Several anti-war musicians and moviemakers are getting together to try and squeeze one last dollar out of the anti-war movement before we win. This time, Der Gut tells us, they’re collaborating on a big antiwar CD which will serve as the soundtrack to the next big antiwar film. Of course! All those other anti-war films did so well.

I see a fundamental fallacy here: the notion that there is a huge market for antiwar sentiment that just hasn’t been tapped yet. But who knows? I’m no recording executive. There are probably a few thousand rich hippies within fifty miles of my current location who want to be part of a movement, maaaan, and will shell out $39.95 or whatever for the newest boxed-set antiwar experience. So maybe this new endeavor is just what the doctor ordered and it will be received marginally better than were John Cougar Mellencamp and Joan Baez at Walter Reed

What’s that you say? Our antiwar creative class grunting out a doomed yet politically correct antiwar cowflop is no longer news? Well, then try on this one from the headlines–the new Hollywood chic is orange ribbons symbolizing solidarity with Al Qaeda. Or at least those members of Al Qaeda who were dumb enough to find themselves detained in Gitmo. (More here). Surprised? No? Dang.

Then how about this to rock your world: Maxim magazine published a review of an unreleased Black Crowes album which they never listened to.

Ace doesn’t seem too surprised:

Look, it’s just Maxim. But we all know jackasses like Lewis Lapham have written articles ripping the intolerance on display at, say, the Republican National Convention before the event ever took place.

Ace is just a cynic. I am floored. If you can’t trust a glossy mens’ fashion lifestyle magazine subsidized by ads for Axe Body Spray, who can you trust? Whither shall I turn for unbiased, reliable advice on how to be a real man, if not to the pages of Maxim?