I learned yesterday that late winter 2018 is the Season for Manly Cinema. First, I read about Clint Eastwood's new movie that features three American heroes who took down an Islamic terrorist in 2015. Apparently, the Hollywood elite hate the movie because it portrays Muslim terrorists in a bad light. According to the article, they even tried to give it an undeserved R-rating, in order to minimize the number of people who could get in to see it, but Clint appealed and won. Second, Bruce Willis (one of my favorites) is coming out with a reprisal of Charles Bronson's Death Wish. I don't know if I can watch it, though. The gut-wrenching and scary scenes at the beginning really get to me. Maybe I'll just have someone text me after the attacking is done, so I can then come in and only watch Bruce go vigilante.
You can't call a saint a loser.
After all, that is the ultimate goal, so the saint is the consummate "winner," even if he's a total loser on earthly terms. That being said, today is the feast day of Moses the Saracen, a fourth century monk who, Wikipedia says, was the first Arab bishop to the Arab people. I gotta say, his mission utterly failed . . . at least in the long run. But it is proof Arabs aren't genetically incapable of embracing Truth.
Great white shark named George stalks Everglade waters. Link. I can't imagine the bloody carnage if George tears into some of those manatees.