Rosie O'Donnell has returned ... and she didn't bring her freshest material.

You would think her years-long sabbatical from the spotlight would have given her the time to come up with some choice zingers for her archnemesis, Donald Trump.

Jagger is 83 and looks in remarkably good shape. His rock peers? Not so much.

Instead, the best she could do was this moldy oldie: "Orange Voldemort."

To be fair, the Queen of Not-So-Nice is also well past her sell-by date. The "A League of Her Own" star hasn’t been hot since Avril Lavigne ruled the charts. And it got even cooler last year when she fled to Ireland in mortal fear of President Donald Trump 2.0.

It’s hard to land acting gigs when you’re living thousands of miles away from La La Land.

Now, she’s back. Sort of. O’Donnell had a brief Broadway run with a one-woman show, and she’s been hosting “Jimmy Kimmel Live!” all week.

She used the ABC perch to mock President Trump, suggesting she was getting under his skin. Yes, Trump is the president of the greatest country in the world again, and O’Donnell had to leave her home fearing some make-believe threat he poses.

You know what they say, Rosie: If you can't say something funny, don't say nothing at all.

Midnight in Madrid

A director synonymous with New York is having a hard time making films there now.

Woody Allen’s 51st feature is set to start shooting this October in Madrid. The Oscar winner hasn’t shared much about the project, but we know that local officials are helping defray the film’s $12 million budget.

So why not the Big Apple? It’s complicated. First, Hollywood unofficially cut bait with Allen during the #MeToo movement. Suddenly, the industry took the disturbing allegations against the filmmaker seriously. He had previously been accused of molesting his daughter Dylan Farrow, but Hollywood looked the other way until it became uncomfortable to do so.

Plus, U.S. investors aren’t as keen on backing his low-budget, low-ROI stories anymore, let alone support a star with a murky past.

Then again, maybe the Jewish filmmaker is better off in Madrid, not the Big Apple. Does he really want to shoot a movie in Zohran Mamdani’s New York?

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Just 'Wonder'ing

Another day, another celebrity plays the race card. But does this actor have a point?

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II snagged an Emmy nomination for playing the obscure Marvel Comics hero Wonder Man in the Disney+ show of the same name. The series earned a quick second season greenlight before the Mouse House said, “Psych!” and canceled it.

Now the actor is suggesting to Vanity Fair that Marvel has a racism problem. Maybe. Sort of. Hey, he’s just asking questions.

His proof? He brought up not just his show, which co-starred Ben Kingsley and race-swapped his character from the comics, but another doomed MCU affair.

Remember the multiyear effort to reboot the “Blade” franchise, formerly featuring Wesley Snipes? The studio hired the uber-talented Mahershala Ali as the titular vampire before multiple attempts to launch the film failed. Says Abdul-Mateen:

I think the optics are obvious. If I’m a big business, if I’m Disney, if I’m Marvel, I don’t want to be attached to these optics. So it should be a priority to change that narrative and to do what it takes to responsibly change that narrative with quality stories, with quality resources.

It never hurts to play the race card in Hollywood, and you don’t have to have an open-and-shut case for it. The star ignores the hyper-successful “Black Panther” series, which will get a third installment soon. It also downplays Marvel’s attempt to have Anthony Mackie, who is black, take over for Chris Evans as Captain America.

That film, “Captain America: Brave New World,” didn’t make as much as most big MCU projects.

If this were the peak woke era, “Wonder Man” might be suddenly “uncanceled” after his comments. As is, Abdul-Mateen’s best chance for revenge is holding an Emmy trophy high on Sept. 14 ...

Prayers up for Parton

Mick Jagger famously sang, “What a drag it is getting old,” on “Mother’s Little Helper.”

The irony? Jagger is 83 and looks in remarkably good shape. His rock peers? Not so much. Rod Stewart, 81, just pulled the plug on his troubled 2026 tour after receiving a coronary stent.

Lionel Richie couldn’t dance on a ceiling, or elsewhere, in the early stages of his current tour. Health issues have plagued the veteran star, now 77. And then there’s poor Frank Beard. The drummer for legendary ZZ Top just passed away at 77.

Dolly Parton is still with us, but the 80-year-old legend just took a step back from the spotlight after feeling a little “swimmy-headed.” Don’t do this to us, 2026. We’re warning you.

Is America still a 'first world' country? Not compared to Japan

Recently, someone on X.com said that Japan was the last “first world country" left on earth. I felt an instinctual agreement when I read this statement. America no longer feels very “first world” to me. Not lately.

When the three worlds concept was first invented — in 1952, during the Cold War — America was the definition of “first world."

Everywhere you looked you saw competence, excellence, and cultural cohesion.

America, most of Western Europe, Japan, Korea, and a few other prosperous nations were “stable capitalist countries with the highest literacy rates, life expectancies, and living standards.”

Communist countries, especially those controlled by the Soviet Union, were considered “second world.” They had modern amenities but limited freedoms. Living conditions were significantly lower. And the governments were coercive and authoritarian.

Poor countries in places like Latin America and Africa were “third world.” These countries suffered entrenched poverty and deeply corrupt, criminal governments.

Which way, Western man?

It seems that America and most of the other first world countries have begun to slide downhill toward second world status.

The citizens of Western nations have watched helplessly while their homelands have been transformed by mass immigration. Can you be a first world country if a large portion of your population just arrived from the third world?

Not to mention the growing presence of Soviet-style socialist/communist ideologies in many of these countries.

In America, we might be one election cycle away from having a Mamdani-style socialist running for president.

Land of the Rising Sun?

Japan has problems too. But having visited there in 2023, their problems are nowhere near our problems.

From the moment I arrived in Tokyo, I felt a sense of safety and order as well as an uplifting feeling of civic and cultural pride.

The city itself was spectacular. The arts were thriving. The technological advancement was instantly apparent. You felt like you were in a science-fiction movie.

At the same time, the past was celebrated and preserved: shrines, torii gates, beautiful parks. Everywhere you looked you saw competence, excellence, and cultural cohesion.

Plus, Tokyo natives were friendly and helpful. If you were lost, were on the wrong train, or had accidentally deviated from some local custom, a Tokyo-ite would appear and cheerfully assist you.

The 'Japanese Wives Club'

In Kyoto, I met a bunch of male, English-speaking expats. They called their group the “Japanese Wives Club,” as most of them were married to local women.

I expressed my admiration for Japanese society to these guys. They assured me there were plenty of difficulties and drawbacks to living in Japan.

But when I asked them if they would eventually leave, they all said no. They liked their Japanese wives. They liked their adopted home.

One guy said he’d recently returned to his hometown of Denver to visit family. Denver was a dump. He wouldn’t even consider moving back there.

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Oh thank heaven ...

Later in my trip, I stayed in a small village outside Tokyo. Here, there was one grocery store, one café, a few restaurants. And a 7-Eleven.

Being American, I mostly frequented the 7-Eleven. It was immaculately clean and full of exotic snacks and beverages.

But I couldn’t figure out the coffee machine. The first time I tried it, I made such a mess the proprietor — a very old, very skinny Japanese man — came out from behind his counter and began scolding me in Japanese.

After more harsh words, he demonstrated step by step how to work the coffee machine.

The next morning, I returned to the 7-Eleven. When I approached the coffee machine, that same old man watched me with deep suspicion.

But I had paid attention when he showed me which buttons to push. It was actually quite easy. And when I brought my coffee to the counter, he smiled approvingly. So I wasn’t a complete moron! Good for me!

He and I developed a relationship. He was very helpful. He gave me discounts. Not personal discounts, that would be dishonest. But the posted discounts I wasn’t aware of because they were written in Japanese. Two mini pizzas and a Hello Kitty soda ... only 400 Yen!

After four days, I had barely scratched the surface of the most colorful and technologically advanced 7-Eleven I’d ever seen.

Return to the darkness

When it came time to go home, I packed my bag and went to the train station in the center of the town. I had been in Japan a total of three weeks, and I had loved every second of it. But now I had to leave!

I stood in the tiny village square, where I felt TOTALLY SAFE, where everyone wanted to HELP ME, where I had become FRIENDS WITH THE CRANKY 7-ELEVEN guy. There was no #metoo, no BLM, no Antifa, no cries of "racism," no protesters, no nose rings, no LGBTQ flags. Everything worked, nothing was graffiti-ed, no vending machines had been kicked in or destroyed ...

I sat down on a little bench, in that little square, which had been lovingly constructed to create a sense of peace and serenity.

I sat down on that bench, and I started to cry. I had to go back. I had to go back to broken America. And all I could do was cry.

'Citizen Vigilante': A cinematic hand grenade lobbed at the cathedral of liberal pieties

There are films you watch, films you forget, and films that perfectly capture the moment. Uwe Boll’s "Citizen Vigilante" belongs firmly in the last category.

It’s provocative, violent, and unafraid to push the audience past their comfort zone. I watched it for free on Rumble and thoroughly enjoyed every chaotic minute — as did Elon Musk, who has been one of the film's most vocal cheerleaders. It’s exactly the kind of cinematic hand grenade a hyper-sanitized culture desperately needs.

Watching a criminal actually face consequences on screen acts as a primal pressure valve, venting a lifetime of stored-up civic frustration.

Boll has spent his career making films that divide audiences. Never one to chase Hollywood approval or fashionable opinion, the German has built his reputation on confronting subjects most directors would rather avoid. His films are designed to provoke rather than comfort, confronting audiences with uncomfortable questions about crime, power, justice, and human nature. With "Citizen Vigilante," he has delivered what may be his most explosive film yet.

Banned in Germany

Unsurprisingly, the film has already been effectively banned in Boll’s homeland. Regulators refused to give it a rating, terrified by how squarely it hits the nail on the head regarding the taboo subject of immigrant crime.

The story plays out like "Taken" on steroids. Armie Hammer stars as a relentless citizen vigilante — a protagonist for the right, an antagonist for the left — who decides that if the system won't protect people from brutal gangs, he will. He hunts down violent criminals, tackles rapists, and cleans house with zero remorse. For the uninitiated, there is a delicious irony in Hammer playing a ruthless meat-grinder of a hero, considering his Hollywood career was spectacularly derailed during #MeToo by the preposterous, headline-grabbing accusation that he was a literal, real-life cannibal.

But the sensational headlines surrounding its star shouldn't distract from what the film actually achieves. "Citizen Vigilante" taps into something many Americans and Europeans have been feeling for years: a growing belief that public safety has been abandoned while the institutions meant to preserve it are busy updating their LinkedIn profiles.

Modest expectation

The average viewers aren't foaming-at-the-mouth psychopaths looking for bloodshed. They’re just exhausted taxpayers who enjoy seeing a little efficient, off-the-books urban renewal. They simply want the radical, avant-garde luxury of a competent government, functioning courts, and streets where a casual evening stroll doesn't require Kevlar.

Today, that modest expectation feels like pure wishful thinking.

Across much of Europe and parts of America, headlines dominate with depressing regularity: violent crime, repeat offenders, and overwhelmed police departments. Social media ensures that every shocking incident reaches millions before breakfast. Whether official crime statistics rise or fall matters less than the overwhelming public perception that governments have completely lost the plot. That perception is powerful, and ignoring it won't make it disappear.

When citizens watch career criminals coast through the justice system on a judicial subscription plan — while prosecutors decline charges and politicians offer nothing but thoughts, prayers, and early release — frustration ceases to be passive. Eventually, cynicism becomes the prevailing sentiment, and people begin to ask a rather important question: What happens when the people responsible for enforcing justice appear completely incapable of delivering it?

That question sits right at the heart of "Citizen Vigilante."

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Broken social contract

Hammer’s character, Sanders, is no comic-book superhero in spandex. He's simply a man looking at a broken social contract, watching violent thugs thrive while victims suffer, and decides to roll up his sleeves and fix the sewage himself. You don't have to endorse his butcher-shop methods to appreciate the exact brand of exhaustion driving them.

The enduring appeal of vigilante cinema, from Clint Eastwood classics to "Death Wish," has never reflected a secret public desire for lawlessness. Rather, it exposes a deep craving for consequences, a desperate desire to see the cosmic ledger balanced when the authorities refuse to do it themselves. When official justice goes missing, fictional justice becomes deeply satisfying. Watching a criminal actually face consequences on screen acts as a primal pressure valve, venting a lifetime of stored-up civic frustration.

The film understands this dynamic remarkably well, but it also highlights a dark humor running beneath the entire premise. Governments spend fortunes producing nauseating public relations campaigns celebrating "community resilience" while struggling to deliver the rather unfashionable service of keeping parasitic scum off the streets.

Citizens are treated to endless speeches about values while wondering if they'll get stabbed on the subway ride home. Somewhere along the way, basic competence checked into a witness protection program.

No wonder the film has captured the cultural imagination. Viewers want to see what a world with accountability, no matter how brutal, actually looks like. Many in their 20s and 30s have never known a society where real consequences actually exist. I am one of those people.

"Citizen Vigilante" operates best not as a love letter to anarchy, but as an autopsy of our institutions. After all, the rogue actor only becomes a romantic figure when legitimate authority is revealed to be purely ornamental.

AGONY ALGORITHM: Why are so many Zoomers so lonely on YouTube?

I don’t know what I clicked on that caused this, but lately most of the suggested videos on my YouTube sidebar are of morose and lonely young men saying things like:

Nobody wants to be in a relationship.

I’m 31, and I’ve never had a girlfriend.

It’s an easy formula. Speak in low tones. Sigh with profound weariness. Encourage men to feel sorry for themselves.

Everything about life sucks and is horrible.

I’m not sad. I’m empty.

I look at women, and I’m exhausted.

I prefer to live alone. In silence.

The pains of being pure at heart

The sad-looking narrators of these videos are usually sitting in a dark room, or at a desk, or sometimes in their crappy car. There are no visible decorations, no posters on the wall. Maybe there’s a row of Russian novels in the back or the collected works of Nietzsche.

The young men are usually sitting far enough from the camera to make them look fragile, weak, broken, and alone.

Each man tells his tale of woe. He’s given up on dating. He doesn’t enjoy talking to girls.

He feels disenfranchised, unwanted. Society is against him. The whole world is holding him down.

The women’s perspective

If you click on enough of these videos, you will eventually end up on the women’s side of the debate, faced with a cascade of videos from equally disillusioned young women saying things like:

Are men hiding?

Why are guys refusing to date?

It’s fun to hate on men.

Since when do dudes not want to smash?

The death of boyfriend culture.

If you start clicking on those videos, you might end up with some mix of the two, which reveals that the feeling of doom is everywhere:

Something isn’t right with people anymore.

No wonder everyone is gay now.

She’s 29, and she’s so lost in life.

No thank you, ladies. I’m good.

Dating fatigue is setting in. Women are giving up.

Night at the psy-opera

My first thought was that all these videos look suspiciously similar. Is this some sort of psyop? Is some nefarious organization trying to undermine heterosexual attraction? Or destroy any hope for Gen Z’s marital happiness?

Meanwhile, I find myself stupefied by the infinite parade of Millennial and Gen Z guys and gals, depressed, lonely, talking into their phones in their empty rooms.

How many people are really like this? Probably a lot. And that’s not good news for anybody.

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Hetero-what?

It brings to mind the famous article “The Trouble with Wanting Men” from the New York Times, which declared, “Women are so fed up with dating men that the phenomenon even has a name: heterofatalism.”

(Since it’s the New York Times, nobody asked what the men think.)

Apparently, “heterofatalism” means that anyone who still feels trapped in heterosexual hell should kill themselves. Or at least feel very ashamed.

The writer of the piece, Jean Garnett, resents her own heterosexuality. Despite how objectively worthless men are, she still feels compelled to try to attract them. She craves that feeling of being longed for and desired.

She wants things to be like when she was younger. When men couldn’t resist her. When men couldn’t keep their hands off her.

Though from the sound of Ms. Garnett, I’m sure she would have something to say about any unwanted touching.

What women want

I have watched many of these videos. Men have their various complaints about women: Their girlboss attitude, their unrealistic standards, their doodle tattoos.

And women think men have lost their manliness. They seem withdrawn, passive, and preoccupied with their own troubles.

Women want men to approach them, charm them, buy them a drink.

But contemporary men are hiding in their basements, terrified of being #MeToo'd or rejected or ending up on social media as the butt of a small-penis joke.

Money talks

If these videos aren’t some secret plot to make young people miserable, they are at least a way to make money on the internet.

These men, sitting in their cars, staring forlornly into the gray skies outside, are gathering large followings.

It’s an easy formula. Speak in low tones. Sigh with profound weariness. Encourage men to feel sorry for themselves.

There is at least some psychological relief in that. If it’s happening to everyone, it’s not really your fault. It’s society’s fault. It’s the times. It’s woke politics.

Support the youth!

I do feel great sympathy for these young people coming up. It’s tough to be young and first venturing out into the world — especially at this particular moment in time, when everything about society seems structured to create conflict.

But I suspect they will find some form of happiness. It just isn’t going to be easy. And it might come in forms that are unfamiliar.

Either way, we should understand the challenges Gen Z seems destined to face. They are the ones with nothing to lose. Which means they’re the ones who will fight the coming battles.

We should remember that and help and support them in any way we can.

The Platner Playbook

We think Graham Platner is unsuitable for the Senate because he is a damaged, commie-loving, Israeli-hating nepo baby—precisely the opposite of the working-class man of the people he claims to be.

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Will Trump finally get 'Rush Hour 4'? Brett Ratner's Air Force One trip a good sign

Hollywood director Brett Ratner was aboard Air Force One on Tuesday, making the trip to China on the Trump administration's dime.

Ratner, who helmed and produced recent first lady biopic "Melania," was spotted on the overseas flight by a member of the traveling press pool.

'Brett Ratner is traveling on Air Force One. Just spoke to him.'

According to New York Post reporter Emily Goodin, Ratner made the trip as part of a delegation including Elon Musk and outgoing Apple CEO Tim Cook. In addition to his diplomatic duties, he also intended to scout locations for "Rush Hour 4," a sequel the president himself has taken pains to encourage.

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Power 'Hour'

According to Ratner's spokesperson, this will be the first time the director has filmed in China, and "Rush Hour 4" will start shooting in 2027.

Blaze News reported in November that President Trump had been urging Paramount founder David Ellison to bring back "raucous comedies" and classic action-style movies.

While Trump enthused over the likes of Jean-Claude Van Damme's 1988 "Bloodsport," he also clamored for a fourth installment of the Jackie Chan/Chris Tucker "Rush Hour" franchise. "Rush Hour 3" was released in 2007.

China whirl

Although Ratner had previously shopped around a new "Rush Hour" pic, his #MeToo era cancellation — after six women accused him of sexual misconduct in 2017 — allegedly made Paramount leery of working with him.

Once an A-list action director, Ratner's career has since cooled. "Melania" is his first film since producing true-crime thriller "Georgetown" in 2019.

The White House did not respond to Blaze News' request for comment regarding Ratner accompanying the delegation.

Other executives who made the trip reportedly included Nvidia CEO Jensen Huang, Blackstone CEO Stephen Schwarzman, General Electric CEO Larry Culp, and Goldman Sachs CEO David Solomon.

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Is it finally time to abandon my ultra-liberal hometown?

I’m looking at new apartments this week here in Portland, Oregon. It’s time for an upgrade.

This has triggered a debate I often have with myself: If I’m going to move, why not leave dysfunctional, far-left Portland altogether?

Had I become so comfortable with the bad vibes of Portland that I would stay here indefinitely, out of inertia or laziness or not wanting to start over?

This is my chance to move to a different city. Or another state. Somewhere with fewer drug addicts and criminals roaming the streets and fewer democratic socialists roaming city hall.

I grew up in Portland. I have lived here off and on throughout my life. During my most productive years as a writer, I lived in bigger, more media-oriented cities, mainly New York and Los Angeles.

But I’ve always loved coming back to Oregon and assumed I would settle here when I retire. Portland always felt like my place. I love the tall trees, the gentle rain, the misty Oregon coast.

Free radicals

Unfortunately, over the last 15 years, Portland has become a hotbed of radicalism and political intolerance. So much so that it has affected my daily life.

I’ve always socialized with creative types. But in Portland, the artistic community is often more hysterical than the violent protesters in the street.

Once it became known I was conservative, I lost about 80% of my writer friends. And maybe half of my other friends. This social exclusion was especially bad during the years around #MeToo, and then COVID, and of course the constant presence of Trump derangement syndrome.

Un-friendzoned

The result is that living here has been like living on a desert island. I feel unwelcome at art events. I avoid literary parties and gallery openings.

One egregious example: I didn’t attend the celebration of life for one of my most important literary mentors, a beloved Portland poet who encouraged me as a young writer and helped advance my career.

I owed so much to this man, and I couldn’t go to his funeral!

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Tiny bubbles

Recently, I saw a TikTok video by a woman whose family had moved from Seattle to Wyoming.

Her message was simple: “No matter how much you think you are aware of the bubble you live in, when you get out of these far-left cities, a whole new world opens up to you.”

This hit me hard. Had I become so comfortable with the bad vibes of Portland that I would stay here indefinitely, out of inertia or laziness or not wanting to start over?

My own private Idaho

One reason I’m reluctant to move to a red state is I’m not sure I would fit in.

Take for example, Boise, Idaho, the closest red city to Portland. I’ve visited there many times. It’s clean. There are no homeless. The people are super nice. It’s very “churchy” and family-oriented. There’s a large Mormon population.

But could I adapt to such a place? I’ve lived in liberal cities MY ENTIRE LIFE. I have never lived in a place like Boise. Would I find people who understand my sense of humor? People who like the obscure music I listen to? Or read the books I read?

Yes, the people of Boise would share my core values. But would they share my urban tastes?

Go east, young man

I had a Republican friend here in Portland who moved to Florida during Trump’s first term. At the time, that seemed like a drastic change.

For a couple of years, I emailed him every few months to ask how he was doing. He had settled right in. Florida was great. He loved it there.

As he grew more comfortable in Florida, I grew less comfortable in Portland. Now, in 2026, moving to Florida 10 years ago seems like a genius move. I am humbled by his foresight.

The great escape?

So what should I do? Be the latecomer, arriving in Tampa or Austin or Nashville a decade after all the smart people already moved there?

I guess it’s never too late. I could still escape.

But what about the tall trees, the gentle rain, and the misty coastline I love so much? What about my roots in the place where I grew up?

Robert E. Lee didn’t abandon his home state of Virginia in the face of a civil war. But Virginia was famous for its proud history and strong cultural heritage.

I’m from Portland, famous for people with orange hair who don’t know what gender they are.

Fall into the gap

I’ve always assumed Portland’s current political extremism would fade over time. Sooner or later, people would calm down and return to some form of normalcy.

But whenever I try to connect with my former liberal friends, I quickly learn that the derangement is stronger than ever.

So, should I stay or should I go?

These are the decisions we have to make during these difficult times — as we struggle to maintain our sense of ourselves and of where we came from.