How I Married Karen
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In 1918 Theda Bara was one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. Leading in popularity and box office appeal was Mary Pickford. Charlie Chaplin came second. And not far behind these two giants of the silver screen, Theda Bara.
She was the hottest sex symbol to hit the motion picture screen since, well, since the flickers started flickering. Bara was The Vamp, the sexually insatiable woman, the lethal seductress who sucks the life out of a man, then abandons him, leaving only chaos and destruction in her wake. Theda Bara was the original femme fatale.
This was, of course, a carefully created image.
In 1924 while shooting a film in New York, actress Patsy Ruth Miller (1904-1995) developed a close friendship with author F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda. Frequently, Fitzgerald and Patsy Ruth would go out for dinner while Zelda remained home pleading fatigue. Patsy Ruth eventually realized that Zelda’s fatigue was acute alcoholism.
Observes Patsy Ruth:
It didn’t seem to me that Scott drank more than most of the men I knew. He seemed intoxicated on words, and sometimes we would sit, our after-dinner coffee growing cold, while Scott tried to make me see some fine point of writing, or understand why an emotion had been ill or well portrayed. But often I had the feeling that he was unsure of himself as a writer, that he was afraid of that one day he’d have nothing left to say, and I also had the impression that Zelda did little to build his confidence, even sometimes, in a perverse way, seemed to enjoy his battle with self-doubt.
Fitzgerald’s agonies of self-doubt are common among writers. The fear of having nothing left to say will, inevitably, be paralyzing. And a non-supportive spouse can act as a fatal poison to a vulnerable writer. Most witnesses observe that Fitzgerald was a heavy drinker as a student in Princeton. There is no doubt that by the time he landed in Hollywood he was a hopeless drunk. It’s a measure of how common was alcoholism in early Hollywood that Patsy Ruth didn’t think Fitzgerald’s intake was all that unusual.
Ricardo Cortez (1900-1977) was a handsome and talented leading man whose image, in the silent era, was that of a hot-blooded Latin lover.
In truth, his name was Jacob Krantz, the son of a kosher butcher, born and raised in the mean streets of New York’s Lower East Side.
David Hazony dives into the mind of the President and discovers a universe of lies and mendacity unparalleled in the history of American politics.
I. Spin is the Opposite of Policy
Whoever said that truth always wins out hasn’t spent much time in Washington. In this town of majestic monuments and post-adolescent ambition-addicts, where the campaign never ends and only impotence is considered unseemly, truth is a butterfly in a mist of acid rain. It’s hard to catch, harder still to save.
Successful leaders have always been adept at deception, of course. To say politicians are liars is to state a truism and to ignore the unpleasant fact that sometimes one must deceive in order to achieve.
But in the last couple of years, something seems different, especially relating to the Obama administration’s signature policy initiative of its second term: The nuclear deal with Iran.
A long time ago, in a universe far, far away, in a place called Hollywood, the movie studios and the actors who flourished in the dream factories, celebrated their love of America and enthusiastically indulged in overt displays of patriotism.
Today is the yahrzeit [anniversary] of the death of Karen’s beloved father, Rabbi Philip Harris Singer, Pinchas Zvi. This is the speech our son-in-law delivered on 6/23/16 at the brit milah [circumcision ceremony] for our grandson who was named for Karen’s distinguished father.
Our son is named after Aliza’s maternal grandfather, Rabbi Pinchas Zvi Singer, A”H. We feel that the timing is bashert [preordained], since Rabbi Singer’s 10th yarhrzeit is only 5 days from today and is being marked by a memorial in Israel.
I never met Rabbi Singer, but I have heard many stories of his expansive knowledge and astounding baekius [deep Torah knowledge]. He knew Tanach [Five Books of Moses] by heart, and was able to transmit the messages of Torah with erudition and wit. Read More
The Obama administration has blamed the Orlando massacre on guns. Of course, the slaughter was engineered and committed by an IslamoNazi who repeatedly proclaimed his allegiance to ISIS.
In 2009, during a trip to Israel, I ran into an old friend from Brooklyn who, armed with a Glock, saved scores of innocent Jews by bravely confronting an IslamoNazi.
This article originally appeared in Breitbart. I am republishing it now because the Democrats have become enablers of jihad by shifting focus from an evil ideology to chunks of inanimate steel.
This true story demonstrates why a free people must remain armed.
A fine article by David P. Goldman.
The world was anti-Semitic in 1944, when Ben Hecht wrote A Guide for the Bedevilled. The majority of educated, civilized, and rational people believed that the Jews in some fashion had brought their own problems upon themselves. Hecht began fighting anti-Semitism after an unsettling exchange with a New York hostess, who explained to him that Jews had to acknowledge their own responsibility in the matter of their persecution. This polite Gentile lady explained:
Among the pile of books on my night table, there are always a few volumes about war.
It should be obvious to any clear-thinking person that war is the final arbiter of all great conflicts. Those who speak of negotiated peace speak of fiction.
The great world wars have made this world what it is, and there are numerous lessons to be learned militarily in terms of the present war with radical Islam. Thus I draw your attention to two very fine books: The Guns of August by Barbara Tuchman and A World at Arms by Gerhard L. Weinberg.
The anti-gun fervor that grips Obama and the Democrat party serves dual political strategies.
The first is to make believe that IslamoNazi ideology does not exist. The Obama regime fantasizes that radical Islam is, um, workplace violence, or violent extremism — anything other than what it obviously is, and what the terrorists tells us it is.
Which is why the Obama DOJ are censoring—rewriting history—20 minutes of the phone calls made by the Orlando terrorist. Remember, every impulse of postmodern progressives is totalitarian.
Daniel Greenfield deconstructs Islamic ideology and concludes that Islamic civilization is unstable and unsustainable.
Islamic violence is nearly impossible to deny. But why is Islam violent? The usual answer is to point to Koranic verses calling for the conquest and subjugation of non-Muslims. That certainly covers the theological basis for Islamic violence. But it fails to explain why Muslims continue to practice it. Even against each other. Violence has become the defining form of Islamic exceptionalism.
Today is our 39th wedding anniversary.
But as readers of Seraphic Secret know, I have been helplessly, hopelessly in love with Karen since fourth grade when I first saw her on the playground of our elementary school, Yeshiva of Flatbush.
Without Karen, I never would have accomplished much in life. It was her faith that propelled me to become a successful Hollywood screenwriter. And of course, it has always been Karen’s uncommon common sense that has turned me from an irresponsible young dreamer into a mature man who proudly shoulders the complex burdens of life.