The Hypocrisy Of Adam Silver

Funny, isn’t it, how principles go right out the window if enough money is involved?

Houston Rockets general manager Daryl Morey recently tweeted his support of Hong Kong as it struggles to remain free of Chinese oppression. The Chinese got their knickers in a knot – too bad in my humble opinion – and started canceling NBA G-League games and stopped televising NBA games in China.

This prompted NBA Court Jester Commissioner Adam Silver to apologize to the Chinese for the grievous insult Morey’s tweet inflicted on their delicate senses. He did so in a way that basically threw Morey right under the bus. Only when many people outside of China took umbrage did Silver attempt to backtrack by saying that he and the league are “apologetic” over the outcome and reaction that followed Morey’s tweet then lamely added that “we are not apologizing for Daryl exercising his freedom of expression.”

Adam is trying to have his rugelach and eat it too. I believe they call it “chutzpah” back in Winchester County, New York but I will defer to my friend James Pyles to confirm that.

Look, Silver has invested a lot of time and effort into expanding the NBA into China. Although, why one would willingly do business with a regime that murders its citizens for kicks and steals the intellectual property of many businesses – and creators like myself – is beyond me.

But Adam’s initial response, attacking Morey for standing up for those seeking the freedom and liberty every human being deserves, while apologizing to China because hundreds of millions of dollars are involved reveals a curious hypocrisy on Silver’s part.

He later states that he supports Morey excersing his freedom of expression and thus no league punishment will be handed down to Morey. That’s good. But where was that support from the freedom of expression for one Donald Sterling a few years back?

Yes, what Sterling was recorded saying to his mistress was racist and horrible. But here’s the thing about freedom of expression in this country: It means expression that we find horrible and disagree with is just as protected as that we do agree with.

You may hate what the man said, but he has the right to say it. Yet, he was stripped of his ownership of a multi-million dollar business by Adam Silver and the NBA.

Where is this heavy-handedness from Adam with regards to the Chinese. They have engaged in far worse conduct than Sterling ever did. Has Silver decided to remove China from any involvement with the NBA?

No. In fact, he has gone groveling to them. Apologizing to them because someone dared speak the truth to China. And all because enough money is involved to make Adam throw any semblance of integrity right out the window while he counts all those beautiful Renminbi’s with Mao’s face on them.

It reminds me of my final month of employment at the Modesto Bee. I had already handed in my notice to take a job at another newspaper when someone in HR discovered to their great horror that I had not yet taken my company-mandated “Diversity Training”, a one-week excursion into the land of Inclusionary Hell. It made no sense for me to take it since I was about three weeks from leaving the company, but I was given no choice. (In retrospect, I should have called in sick.)

Day one, we are told that it is wrong to sort out our fellow co-workers based on race, gender, etc. etc. Immediately after making this statement, we are asked to introduce ourselves and what our ethnicity is. I’m sorry, but didn’t you just say we weren’t supposed to make that an issue?

So, when my turn came I introduced myself and stated my ethnicity as “Human”. I think at that point the two indoctrinators instructors were wishing they had called in sick that week.

Day two, we are role-playing. (As an aside, I HATE ROLE-PLAYING) I am the manager of the advertising department when one of our top clients calls and says that Sally, who is black, is his account manager and he wishes to have someone who is not black handling his account from now on. As the head of the department, I am asked, what is your response?

My response was to tell the client that Sally was handling his account and would continue to do so and never again call me with this racist bullshit. Now, I note that my fellow employees clapped and nodded their heads in agreement with my decision.

Our indoctrinators instructors informed us that I was wrong. That, in order to keep the client happy, I should replace Sally with Jimmy, who is so white he makes Barry Manilow look like a brother. The next 10 minutes were… well, let’s just say they were interesting.

Let me sum up my parting statement as I left for the day and filed a complaint with HR and was then excused from attending for the rest of the week (which was good because it let me get back to doing the job I was being paid for):

“You have spent these two days telling us,” I began and likely was shouting at this point, “that excluding anyone based on race, gender and whatever else is wrong and unacceptable and grounds for termination for us employees. Then you have the nerve (I should have said chutzpah) to tell me that it is perfectly fine for this company to do exactly that to one of us to keep a racist POS client happy and keep those bucks flowing into the bank account? So the official McClatchy policy is racism is bad until it impacts accounts receivable and then its all fine and dandy?”

There were a few other choice words added in (I’m Italian, when we get started…) but the point was the hypocrisy was on full display. The sad fact was they knew it… and they didn’t care.

I suspect Adam and the NBA knows it too. But as long as the money keeps flowing in, they won’t care that they are hypocrites. Whoever has the bigger wallet is who they’ll cater do and to hell with the Sallys, Sterlings and Moreys of this world.

I haven’t watched an NBA game in years and I even quit following my Lakers about three years ago. Between Silver and his predecessor, David Stern, the NBA is no longer basketball. The NBA’s glory years will turn out to be the 1980s when the Lakers, Celtics, Sixers and Rockets played the game as well as it will ever be played.

Today’s NBA is street ball. Those refs not on the take have no clue what traveling or double dribble are. Nor do they call the game the same for all ten players on the court instead of having one set of different rules for the superstars. Players collude to violate the spirit of the salary cap with no sense of loyalty to the team that drafted them or the fans that cheered them on.

And now, we have a commissioner who worships at the altar of Big Money, paid for with the blood of innocent men and women who only desired one thing: Freedom.

 

 

 

Watergate, That Blue Dress and A Nothingburger

I can remember the late summer of 1974 pretty clearly, considering it was 45 years ago and there are times I can’t remember why the hell I walked into the kitchen.

Watergate had been a thing on the news for some time and it was finally coming to a head that August. I sat in what used to be my grandfather’s bedroom in our two-story North Dakota house. He’d died a few days before and we were still dealing with the aftermath of that loss and his not being around. There’d been many times I’d been in his room with him, just watching his old black and white TV.

This day I was there alone, watching President Richard Nixon resign and leave office rather than face being impeached by the House and tried by the Senate. He’d broken the law and even his own party felt he needed to resign rather than put the country through what would have come if he had stayed and fought. It was the second time Nixon had chosen his country over his ambition.

In 1960, John F. Kennedy barely defeated Nixon for the White House. There was some suspicious voting in key states that swung to Kennedy that day. Nixon could have fought it. Might have proved it and won. But he realized in 1960, as he did 14 years later, the damage to the country was not worth it.

Which brings us to the impeachment of Bill Clinton nearly a quarter-century later. Like Nixon, Clinton had broken the law. He had lied under oath during a court proceeding. He was impeached once he refused to put the good of the country ahead of his ambition. He was not convicted, not because he wasn’t guilty (he was), but because by the late 1990s politicians willing to put country ahead of party was a thing of the past.

Now, we’re starting to reap what Bill Clinton sowed twenty years ago. Now, politics rules all – even areas which shouldn’t be political (sports, science fiction, the list is nearly endless) – and now its the truth be damned! It is all about saving your guy while getting their guy at all costs.

I’ve stated on Twitter that if Trump had done something I’d be driving the impeachment train myself. I didn’t vote for him or the other corrupt Democrat (I’m still not convinced he really feels he’s a Republican) from New York that the two parties put up.

But the honest truth is: There is nothing there to impeach him for. There was no collusion with Russia. There is no obstruction of justice. You can’t be found guilty of obstructing because you had the nerve to come out and say “I didn’t do this and I’m not going to help you railroad me either!”

Now we’re on to Ukraine. I’ve read the transcript – not the “parody” that Adam Schiff tried to sneak into the record (and may I say, based on about three years of working with a lawyer and writing drafts of legal briefs – the sure sign that the other side has no case is when they start off by lying about their “evidence”) – and again, there is no crime there.

Oh, there is if we’re going to play the “I’ll interpret what you said based on some non-existent code that I made up so I can say you did something that you didn’t” game. But in a court of law, that’s not a game you can play. A court deals in facts. The facts are, there is nothing there.

But again, since “party” is all, I have no doubt that Pelosi, Schiff, Nadler, et al are going to march double-quick time toward impeaching Trump. And the Senate will do what the Senate did twenty years ago, return a verdict of not guilty. Only this time, the verdict will be accurate.

And as for the country? I’ve seen a disturbing hashtag on Twitter today: #CivilWarSignup. The people joking about this are the ones who run screaming for their safe spaces at the sight of a red baseball cap.

If we keep on this path, this country will fracture and it will not be insults and milkshakes being tossed about. It will be bullets. And only one side appears to be armed for that kind of fight.

So, I want our political leaders, especially those on the left tonight, to take a step back and consider what they are doing and where it will lead. I mean, really chew right down to the bone.

Because if blood is shed over this, it will all be on your hands.

Stop this insanity, while you still can.

 

9/11 Is Nothing To Laugh About

It was 18 years ago tomorrow that the world changed.

Nearly 3,000 people in New York City, the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania were murdered by 19 vermin. In the years since, the death toll has increased to include people who survived that terrible day but succumbed to medical issues caused by exposure to the dust and chemicals in the debris of Ground Zero and the Pentagon. Thousands more have been added in combat-related deaths from the wars sparked by the attacks.

All of us have been directly impacted by that day, even if none of our friends or family were among those we lost. Can you greet a family member at the end of the jetway in an airport terminal? Can you have a private conversation on the phone without having a computer inside a government building recording it? The Patriot Act might go down as one of the worst government overreactions of all time when historians take a look back at the first decade of the 21st Century.

Much was lost and when we think of this day, it should be with respect and solemnly. It should never be the subject of a funny meme or a joke.

Have you ever heard of a Pearl Harbor joke? You haven’t. December 7, 1941 was that generation’s 9/11. They didn’t laugh about it. They didn’t make jokes or cartoons about it.

Yet, recently I’ve seen people trying to make jokes and memes about 9/11. Some in an attempt to be funny. Others looking to espouse conspiracy theories to shift the blame to other people besides the 19 vermin who did it and the one man who ordered it.

A former friend posted one such meme, was called on it and instead of apologizing and taking it down, chose to double down on it. You caught the use of the word “former” in that sentence, right?

So tomorrow, as we mark the 18th year since that terrible day, let’s do so respectfully. Those no longer among us deserve nothing less than that.

First, They Came For…

We’ve all watched as the “Cancel Culture” has become all the rage. Happily, it seems like people are tiring of it and trying to bring it to an end. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t until folks on the right started to play by those rules that folks on the left discovered just how onerous the practice is.

Ruining someone’s ability to make a living, chasing them from going out to dinner or to show or just having a personal life, simply because their politics aren’t yours is ridiculous. It has no place in a civilized society. But it is the product of a generation or two that was never properly disciplined or held to any standard of conducting themselves like adults. We’ve allowed them to remain immature children into their 30s and 40s and we’re now reaping that odious harvest of what was sown.

Hopefully, we are seeing the end of it but there are still far too many instances of it happening today. Sadly, it seems to be going on strong in the literary world and it hasn’t been limited to creators who are still alive. Those people can at least defend themselves from attack. Lately, writers and creators long dead have become targets of the “Cancel Culture” and they cannot defend themselves from the grave.

It began with Laura Ingalls Wilder of Little House on the Prairie fame. Enter the American Library Association – infested with the Social REVENGE Justice crowd’s “Woke” brigade – who decided to strip Wilder’s long-associated name from its children’s books award.

The reason? She used contemporary language and viewpoints to describe interactions between her family and other settlers with the American Indians in her books written decades ago.

Then the same organization (yes, ChinaMike, it was the same organization and not “two separate ‘major’ organizations” as you claimed. But I have come to expect slipshod work and false information from your vile site for some time now) set their sites on Melvil Dewey. When you go to your public library and pull a book off the shelf, that tag on the spine with several numbers on it? That’s the Dewey Decimal System. Dewey was also prominent in establishing public libraries and encouraging reading. He was one of the founders of the American Library Association over 140 years ago.

His crime? He may – MAY – have sexually harassed women (there were never allegations of physical assaults, but of inappropriate comments and unwanted advances). He may have been anti-Semitic and racist. I say may, because no official charges were ever brought and the only evidence is a policy he wrote for the Lake Placid Club that barred membership for non-whites in 1904. In 2019, the same American Library Association that he founded stripped his name for one of its awards.

As with Wilder, the action was taken with no debate and the accused unable to present a defense.

With Wilder, all she did was accurately chronicle the times she lived in. To ostracize her for truthfully recording life in her times defeats the purpose of recording history. If we do not understand not only what happened, but why, we are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past.

With Dewey, he sounds like a bit of a creep. Sadly, there was no shortage of that type of attitude back then.  As for the racism, the only evidence appears to be the Lake Placid Club. Was the document written to reflect his personal views? Or, was it a reflection of the times? Like it or not, the first half of the 20th Century was not a nice place for Jews, Blacks, Italians, Irish and many other groups in the United States.

Recently, a no-name author was awarded the John W. Campbell award for best new writer at the Hugos. She promptly showed her appreciation by trashing Campbell and triggered an immediate change in the award’s name for next year.

Campbell was crucified for being a fascist (I still haven’t seen anything to back up the allegation) as well as some “un-woke” views he put to paper decades ago. Again, the views Campbell published were considered “mainstream” in his time. Did he truly hold them or was he simply publishing what he thought the reading public wanted to hear? Or, was he simply trying to start a debate on the issue by getting the conversation started? I don’t know. No one alive truly does. And Campbell died a long time ago and is unable to defend himself today.

Which begs the question: What purpose is served by digging up the long dead and beating up on the corpse for past “sins” which weren’t considered “sins” during the time with which they lived? Had they committed actual crimes during their lives, I could see the outrage. But Wilder murdered no person because of their ancestry. Dewey was never accused of rape or causing physical harm to another because of the color of their skin.

Do we really want to set the precedent of being found guilty of being a product of one’s time? Would any of us fare better than they in a century if the people of the 22nd Century look back and judge us by the standards that they live by?

I doubt it. No one’s life can withstand scrutiny under that kind of a microscope. So, do we erase the good they did simply because they are guilty of not being the “Woke” creatures that *right thinkers* demand we all be today?

How about this. Let’s honor the good they accomplished and continue to have a discussion about all of the other parts of their legacy out in the open where something might be learned. Maybe even avoid repeating some of their errors along the way while we are at it?

This is one of the reasons why the Helicon Awards have adopted all three of these creators and named awards in their honor. Because we come to praise creators’ legacies, not to bury them.

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The First Sunday Of The Season

Hey Sharon! Guess what day is it?

No, it’s not Wednesday, or even hump day, its the first Sunday of the NFL’s 100th season. So guess what I’m doing today?

My Sundays from September through January (and occasionally February) involve watching NFL football. Normally it has been from the comfort of my own living room, as is the case today. But during my sports writing days I spent the occasional Sunday at an NFL stadium.

533013_427148953987460_877553292_nFrom Tempe Stadium in Arizona to the Alameda County Coliseum in Oakland and Candlestick Park in San Francisco I got to prowl the sidelines and get an up-close look at the game’s best players. I even got to cover the AFC Championship game in Oakland between the Raiders and the Baltimore Ravens the year the Ravens went on to win their first Super Bowl.

In the meantime, good luck to your teams today, unless its the Giants because I’m a Cowboys fan, and enjoy the season!

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Remembering A Lost Friend

Today marks two years since I received the phone call you never want to get, especially at 5:30 in the morning.

Michael Gibson was a very good friend of mine, even though we’d never met in person or even spoken a word to each other. It is a testament to the age of the Internet that we live in today that strong friendships can be formed in cyberspace.

We were both avid fantasy football players and met on an old BBS-style site devoted to the hobby called The Asylum. We both started writing our first novels at about the same time and often e-mailed chapters back-and-forth to be critiqued. While I decided to write under my real name, he decided to go with a pen name. I sometimes wonder if he had the right idea all along on that decision.

About the time my first novel, Reservations, was released by Oak Tree Press, Michael released his first novel, Storm Clouds Gathering, the first of the Sentience Trilogy. The third book, Wrath of an Angry God, was nominated for Best Military Sc-Fi Novel in the first-ever Dragon Awards in 2016.

Unfortunately, David Weber was also nominated in that category that year. Mike was just happy to be nominated. And he was the first to commiserate with me the next year when Escaping Infinity, a 2017 Dragon Award nominee for Best Sci-Fi Novel, was similarly steamrolled by James S.A. Corey.

We were supposed to finally meet in person in March of 2017, but my trip to Texas was canceled when I got very ill and could not travel. He was supposed to fly out to Santa Barbara, California on Sept. 14th and I would drive up from Thousand Oaks and meet him.

Then came the phone call.

He had started his day off as usual, in his office getting ready to resume working on his fourth novel with a cup of coffee on his desk. He was talking with his son one second and then dead from a heart attack the next. If there was any comfort to be found that morning it was that it was that sudden and he did not suffer.

His family and  many friends were left to do all of the suffering. All of us still miss him terribly to this very day. I was the eldest child of three in the family. The older brother to my siblings.

Mike was my older brother. His council and humor more valuable to me than any amount of gold you would choose to name. It has been two years now and I still find myself wanting to drop him a message or ask his advice online.

So when his family asked me to help finish his fourth, and what will be his last, novel there was no chance I’d say no. His novel, Eerie, has taken longer to get through the final steps before being released. But it is hoped to be out before the end of the year. It will be worth waiting for, I promise.

As I reflect on my lost friend, it is hard to believe it has been two years since he was taken from us. I wonder, after Eerie what he would have done next. We were cheated out of a great voice in SF/F.

So that this doesn’t end in sadness, I want to share a somewhat lengthy joke Mike once shared with me. I don’t know where he found it. I just know that by the time I get to the end I am in tears, laughing so hard. Those kind of tears are the ones I want to shed when I think of my friend.

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Texas Chili Cookoff

 

Recently, a visitor from the Mid-West named Frank was selected as a judge at a Texas Chili cook-off, mainly because no one else wanted to do it. Also, the original person called in sick at the last moment and Frank just happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came in. Frank was assured by the other two judges that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and besides they told him that he could have free beer during the tasting, so he accepted.

 

Chili # 1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor Very mild.

 

FRANK: Holy shit, what is this stuff? You could remove oil stains from your driveway with it. Took two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst one. These people are nuts.

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Chili # 2: Arthur’s Afterburner Chili

JUDGE ONE: Smoky (barbecue?) flavor with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeño tang.

JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, but needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

 

FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I’m not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill. I will NOT pick a fight with her.

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Chili # 3: Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

 

FRANK: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I’ve located a toxic chemical spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her “Sally.” Probably behind her back they call her “Forklift.”

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Chili # 4: Bubba’s Black Magic

JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

JUDGE TWO: A hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.

 

FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn’t have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled. It’s kinda cute…. Damn, that 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT, just like this nuclear waste I’m eating.

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Chili # 5: Linda’s Legal Lip Remover

JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

 

FRANK: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I belched and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw these rednecks!

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Chili # 6: Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety

JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.

JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

 

FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I asked if she wants to go dancing later. Is chili an aphrodisiac? I’m getting shit-faced from all the beer.

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Chili # 7: Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili

JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned Peppers.

JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3, he appears to be in a bit of distress.

 

FRANK: You could put a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn’t feel it. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at the autopsy they’ll know what killed me. Go Sally, save yourself before it’s too late. Tell our children I’m sorry I was not there to conceive them. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful and I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people & tell them I’ve discovered a super nova on my tongue.

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Chili # 8: Helen’s Mount Saint Chili

JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor Yank… I wonder how he’d have reacted to a really hot chili?

 

FRANK: (Unable to report.)

 

 

Hollywood, Is The Word ‘Original’ Unknown To You?

So I am minding my own business today, trying to avoid the daily double of being sent to both Twitter Jail and Facebook Gulag again, when this gem raced across my news feed:

“Disney chief exec Bob Iger has already confirmed reimaginations of a number of fan favorites. “Home Alone,” “Night at the Museum” and “Cheaper by the Dozen” are just some of the movies that will be rebooted for Disney+.

Me:

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Seriously? SERIOUSLY????

It seems every 10 years or so, Hollywood recycles the movies it previously made but this time with new casts. And usually ruins them. There are very few examples of movies remade/rebooted being better than the originals.

The Thomas Crown Affair is one. Steve McQueen was a great actor and I loved all of his movies including the original. But the Pierce Brosnan/Rene Russo remake was the superior film. That should have been that for the film.

Murder on the Orient Express is another. Kenneth Branaugh knows how to make great cinema and his remake outshines Peter Ustinov’s version. But these are the exceptions, rather than the rule. In most cases, the remakes are horrid hot messes that usually have little to do with the original except in name only.

The Equalizer was a great 1980s TV show. Edward Woodward a fantastic actor. Denzel Washington also is a great actor and the two remakes are good stories. But they aren’t The Equalizer. Had they made these films and not used that name nor the main character’s names, they’d have done just as well.

Now, Hollywood is making a third version of the Thomas Crown Affair? Ugh….

The less said about J.J. Abrams assassination of Star Trek canon (Kelvin timeline? Burn in hell, J.J.) with his remake of Gene Roddenberry’s classic sci-fi TV series the better. And the J.J. Abrams/Rian Johnson pre-meditated murder of the Star Wars franchise? This is a PG-13 rated blog, so take a wild guess what I’d like to say about that here but cannot.

Look, there are plenty of fantastic novels out there that should be made into film or TV series. How about Jack McDevitt’s Alex Benedict series, or Priscilla Hutchins series? Larry Correia’s Monster Hunter International series? I dare someone in Hollywood to take a run at adapting Escaping Infinity into film.

These are original stories – among many, many others – that are more than worthy and need to be up on the big screen (or the not-so-little HD screens in living rooms around the world). Show us these stories, not stale reboots of films remade for the third, fourth or even fifth time.

You want to know why Hollywood’s box office numbers were down this year, despite the MCU films racking up record box office takes?

We’re sick and tired of the same old, same old. Show us something new, Hollywood, something original.