All the liberals of my acquaintance deny that any work of art, any billboard, any manifestation of culture whatever, can influence a person in any way. They all proclaim themselves to be immune to viruses transmitted by the mass media, although they all nod their heads together like puppets while repeating the same liberal arguments they have heard on public radio. I seem to be the only person I know who admits to having been influenced by the media. When I was eight years old, I knew I wanted to be a man like Alan Ladd in Shane; when I was eighteen, I changed my mind about riding off into the sunset alone, and decided I wanted to save and protect a beautiful, sad, vulnerable doe-eyed empty-headed little thing like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.Open PDF
For several years I have taught a course titled The Anthropology of Evil. I chose the term “anthropology,” not to indicate a restriction to the study of evil among primitive tribes, but rather to widen the lens to take in every relevant discipline: history, philosophy, theology, psychology, sociology, and current events.