In the wee hours, I finished Andrew Breitbart’s Righteous Indignation. My sister gave her copy to me as a belated Christmas present after I made the mistake of coveting it. In spite of the gossipy scandals, which disgust me as I strive not to involve myself in personal attacks, and in spite of the preachy moments that sounded like editor hatchet jobs; the book was excellent. It was so excellent, I ordered a copy of Breitbart’s other book today.

What did I like about it? He argued that Hollywood was more influential than Washington; self-loathing, useful-idiot stars were doing the destructive bidding of an anti-American elite. A lot of evil agendas advance using special classes as human shields. Conservatives who play along with political correctness are sitting in the box the Complex wants to keep them in.