Harvey Weinstein, the Droit de Seigneur and the Second Amendment

In Medieval Europe, there was a widespread belief that feudal lords had the right to bed any woman on her wedding night, under the droit de seigneur, or right of the lord.   It was also known as the jus primae noctis, or right of first night.  The droit ended in the west as capitalism supplanted feudalism and relatively inexpensive firearms proved superior to expensive armor.  It’s hard to impose your will on a peasant when he owns a blunderbuss that can reduce your armor to scrap metal.  But, I digress.  The point is that as the west became more egalitarian, the rights of feudal to sexually humiliate their subjects waned.  Until now.

Progressive Hollywood, and Harvey Weinstein in particular, have taken the casting couch to levels that would have appalled the old studio heads.  Weinstein’s power extended far beyond women who wanted his influence in their careers.  He abused A-List actresses, even allegedly raping one.  He was able to humiliate journalists (, allegedly courageous crusaders against corrupt powers, but actually pathetic sycophants.  The lord of the manor was limited to the wedding night of his peasants, but Weinstein wasn’t.  He took who and what he wanted, without constraint.  He was protected, not just by the incestuous relationships throughout the media, but by his contributions to powerful Democratic politicians, who could not have been unaware of his reputation, but whose own behavior was often equally vile.   It’s no accident that Weinstein was a close collaborator with the Clintons, for example.  Weinstein mouthed all of the proper progressive pieties, including odes to feminism (remember that when you think about his treatment of women), and paid off anyone who might have had the power to bring him to heel.  Is there any doubt that if Hillary had won, the NY Times wouldn’t have touched this story?

This is an example of the divide in America, between the elites, who see themselves as morally, ethically, cognitively and financially superior to us, and the people who they disdain.  He and his fellow elites think of themselves as royalty, and us as serfs, to be disarmed, plundered and violated as the whim takes them.

This, BTW, is why progs hate guns in the hands of the likes of us.  Weinstein abused women, roughed up their boyfriends and treated people like garbage because he knew that he wouldn’t suffer any consequences.  He was protected, not just by politicians, but a personal security detail that would have stomped anyone who tried to resist.  And, he acted exclusively in progressive enclaves where everyone but celebrities, politicians and their bodyguards have been systematically disarmed.  This, too, evokes the droit.  Only the nobility were permitted to bear arms, the better to exert their will on the peasants.  The next time that some proglodyte demands that you disarm yourself, picture Harvey Weinstein demanding that your daughter go up to his office to join him for a shower, and think about whether you are a peasant, subject to the whims of the Earl of Miramax, or a free man or woman.



Hugh Hefner

I’m of two minds about Hugh Hefner.  On the one hand, he was a genuinely sophisticated man, who hired and nurtured some of the greatest artists and writers of his generation, and produced a magazine that, in its heyday, was one of the most influential in America.  Playboy was always more than just a skin magazine, and people really did read it for the articles as well as the women.  On the other hand, it was because I read the articles that I ended up dropping the magazine, which had declined in quality as it became increasingly liberal, as opposed to libertarian.  At the same time, Hefner’s personal life, which had once seemed on the cutting edge, descended into parody.  What was cool in his thirties and forties was pathetic in his eighties.  He continued to date beautiful women, often in groups, but their youth contrasted with his geriatric priapism.  In the end, he seemed to me to be a pathetic figure who never grew up.  RIP.



A partial list of those that Hillary Clinton has blamed for her electoral loss in November:

• James Comey and the FBI
• Vladimir Putin/Russia
• ‘Anti-American forces’
• Low information voters
• Pollsters
• Barack Obama
• People wanting change
• Misogynists
• Suburban women
• The New York Times
• Cable news
• Joe Biden
• The Democratic National Committee
• Bernie Sanders

The irony is that many of these groups were so in the tank for her that they couldn’t have done more to try to get her elected if they’d personally gone out and physically assaulted Trump supporters (, firebombed one of his campaign headquarters ( or repeatedly published unsourced, dishonest and hysterical screeds masquerading as news (  This is rank ingratitude, not to mention obviously false (I know, I know, Hillary telling a falsehood is inconceivable), but she either believes it, or thinks that we’re stupid enough to believe it, and neither speaks well of her, especially since the people on her side that she’s now blaming for her own failure are not likely to come out for her again.  The willingness to throw her own supporters to the wolves in order to avoid taking responsibility for her own failures is a typical Clinton response (remember those trumped up charges against the Travel Office staff, because simply admitting that she wanted to replace them didn’t look good?  How about her “Vast Rightwing Conspiracy” that was so fiendishly clever that it was able to get her husband’s penis into an intern without either of their knowledge?  Or the videographer that she had jailed to take the heat off her dereliction of duty in Benghazi?  The list goes on), and one that goes straight to her lack of character.

Leaders accept responsibility for their actions.  Malignant narcissists deflect blame on others.

America dodged a bullet when we kicked this harpy to the curb.

Olbermann’s Syndrome

Reading Keith Olbermann’s Twitter feed is increasingly like listening to a parrot with a vocabulary made up exclusively of obscenities.  Mind you, he was never exactly known for being temperate in his speech, but lately, he seems to have gone off the deep end.  Did he miss his rabies and distemper shots?  Or is he suffering from a particularly acute and vicious form of Tourette’s Syndrome, one so severe that the verbal tics bleed into his writing?  Or maybe he’s dictating his Tweets to an assistant because he can’t type in the straightjacket.  Who know?  Who cares?  It’s not like he has anything to say that we haven’t seen before on a bathroom wall.

Get well soon, Keith.  Really.

Springtime for Hitler

A few days ago, Mitt Romney expressed the very courageous position that Nazis were bad.  Of course, he did this in the context of trashing President Trump, who is only the latest Republican to be tarred with that brush.  In fact, if Mr. Romney had any memory of his presidential run, he’d recall that the media was expressing their fears that his campaign had also evoked “troubling” Nazi parallels.  In fact, it’s hard to find a Republican since Goldwater who hasn’t been called a Nazi by at least some portion of the media.


Oh, right, I have a blog, don’t I?

I suppose that if I’m going to have a blog on this page, I ought to occasionally write about something.

So, I’ve picked up a new sketchbook, which is the closest thing to the ones that I used to get at the PX.  I have no idea why they had them (the Army was not a hotbed of fine arts activity), but they were hardcover books with toned parchment/vellum paper, and they were the best sketchbooks that I ever had.  Naturally, something that good couldn’t last, and I’ve been on a quest to find something as close to those books as possible.  No luck.

Still, this sketchbook, a Daler-Rowney hardbound book with toned paper, is okay, but those other books were almost indestructible, had absolutely perfect drawing paper for tonal sketches and were the perfect size for a cargo or jacket pocket.  I have to keep looking.

Hooper sketch2


I’ve been procrastinating (I know, whoever heard of an artist procrastinating?  Shocking!) about putting together a website since, well, a certain former vice president invented the Internet, but I finally bit the bullet.  Maybe it’s because, with my army retirement coming up this month, I felt the need to play Ozymandias (“Look upon my works, ye mighty, and try to keep a straight face.  No, really!  I this is my life…  yeah…”), or it could just be a crass, commercial means to promote myself as I look for my next paying gig.  Personally, my money is on the former (but feel free to direct your money towards the latter.  I’m not proud.)  Anyway, welcome.

Graphic Design Page

I’ve added a new page for graphic design work at  I’ve done a lot of graphic design over the years, coming up with cover layouts, logos and even industrial designs for superhero hardware, and don’t get me started on logo parodies.  But, I never really thought about it that way until I had to start applying for positions.  Anyway, more to follow.  Enjoy.