CNN Republican commentator Scott Jennings broke out the white board and markers to explain things to a CNN panel, several of whom he suggested were struggling to determine who were the good guys and who were the bad. Jennings pointed to the two biggest stories in the news on Monday — the acquittal of Marine veteran Daniel Penny by a New York jury and the public execution-style murder of United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson — and outlined who fell on which side. WATCH: Made a chart for the American Left last night on @cnn to help them tell the good guys from the bad, since it seems so many can’t locate the truth about the Daniel Penny and Luigi Mangione cases. pic.twitter.com/xRzJuhcAmA — Scott Jennings (@ScottJenningsKY) December 10, 2024 “If you’re on the American Left tonight, here’s my chart,” Jennings said, displaying his white board. On the side marked “Good Guys,” Daniel Penny’s name was written — and under “Bad Guys” was Luigi Mangione, the suspect in the Thompson murder. “The good guys today, Daniel Penny. The bad guys, Luigi Mangione,” he said. “It seems to me, everybody on the Left —” And before Jennings could even finish making his point, guest host Audie Cornish proved it for him by interrupting to ask whether he had a similar chart for the “victims.” “I’m just telling you what I see out in the world,” Jennings said as she continued to talk over him. “What I’m telling you is people on the left — people on the left can’t seem to tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys.” Cornish pressed again, asking whether Jennings believed, as Rep. Eli Crane (R-AZ) did, that Penny should receive a Congressional Gold Medal for heroism when he protected the people on his subway car from the threats and erratic behavior exhibited by Jordan Neely. CHECK OUT THE DAILY WIRE HOLIDAY GIFT GUIDE “I think he ought to get a medal, I think we ought to build a statue to this guy in New York City,” Jennings shot back. Jennings also responded to Philadelphia Inquirer columnist Solomon Jones, who repeatedly claimed that “race plays a role” in cases like Penny’s and that when the accused were black, the punishments were harsher. Jennings brought up the case of Jordan Williams, a black man who stabbed a man on the subway after he’d allegedly harassed and assaulted several people including Williams’ girlfriend, and noted that Penny’s case had gone to trial while Williams’ had been dismissed.

The hosts of ABC’s “The View,” for the most part, were less than thrilled that a New York jury acquitted Marine veteran Daniel Penny on Monday in the death of Jordan Neely — who boasted an impressive rap sheet, and had been verbally threatening people on the subway before Penny stepped in. Cohost Whoopi Goldberg began by arguing that Penny was somehow out of line when he went to a bar in Manhattan to celebrate his acquittal. She added that she believed the overall outcome of the case was proof that the justice system had failed. “He celebrated the verdict with his lawyer while Neely’s family was mourning the loss,” she said. WATCH: Whoopi says seeing Penny "celebrate in a bar made me feel uncomfortable."Hey, Whoopi. The people on that subway car certainly felt uncomfortable when Neely was threating to harm them. pic.twitter.com/EVcBedDudJ — Nicholas Fondacaro (@NickFondacaro) December 10, 2024 Goldberg went on to say that she was bothered by the fact that the Marine veteran had chosen to toast his freedom at a bar: “I don’t know that seeing them celebrating in a bar made me comfortable.” She then addressed the verdict itself, arguing that it was a “failure of the court” that Penny was not convicted. She said that Neely’s behavior could have stemmed from his mother’s murder and argued that everyone — from the hospitals to the courts — had failed him. WATCH: Alyssa Farah Griffin says the "villain" in the story is not Penny but rather "the city of New York who repeatedly fails people who could be a danger to themselves and others.""I have been on the subway and have felt unsafe," she says, noting staffers for the show felt the same. pic.twitter.com/Y5IoAoVOdK — Nicholas Fondacaro (@NickFondacaro) December 10, 2024 Cohost Alyssa Farah Griffin pushed back a little bit, saying that she did not believe Penny was the “villain.” Instead, she blamed the city of New York for failing to take steps to keep people safer on the subway. When cohost Joy Behar weighed in, she claimed Penny had held Neely in a choke too long and should have known better. She also suggested that the whole situation could have been avoided if people had simply sat on Neely instead. WATCH: Sunny Hostin claims Neely wasn't a danger to anyone because he had not yet "put his hands on anyone on this occasion" and she falsely claims "he didn't approach anyone in a threatening manner.""Where is our compassion as a society?" she condescendingly lectured. pic.twitter.com/kC2mB9qeNc — Nicholas Fondacaro (@NickFondacaro) December 10, 2024 Cohost Sunny Hostin ran defense for Neely as well, claiming that there was no cause for Penny to act because Neely had not “put his hands on anyone on this occasion” and “didn’t approach anyone in a threatening manner.” “Where is our compassion as a society?” she demanded.

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Excerpts Horror Read an Excerpt From Clay McLeod Chapman’s Wake Up and Open Your Eyes A social horror novel that holds a mirror to our divided nation and will shake readers to the core. By Clay McLeod Chapman | Published on December 10, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Wake Up and Open Your Eyes, a new social horor novel by Clay McLeod Chapman, out from Quirk Books on January 7th. Noah has been losing his polite Southern parents to far-right cable news for years, so when his mother leaves him a voicemail warning him that the “Great Reawakening” is here, he assumes it’s related to one of her many conspiracy theories. But when his phone calls go unanswered, Noah makes the drive from Brooklyn to Richmond, Virginia. There, he discovers his childhood home in shambles and his parents locked in a terrifying trancelike state in front of the TV. Panicked, Noah attempts to snap them out of it.Then Noah’s mother brutally attacks him.But Noah isn’t the only person to be attacked by a loved one. Families across the country are tearing each other apart—literally—as people succumb to a form of possession that gets worse the more time they spend glued to a screen. In Noah’s Richmond-based family, only he and his young nephew Marcus are unaffected. Together, they must race back to the safe haven of Brooklyn—but can they make it before they fall prey to the violent hordes? December 18 Get your family out of there, Noah. Please. The city isn’t safe anymore. None of them are. If you’d been watching the news, you’d know this by now. Please, honey. Please. For me. For your mother. You need to leave New York before it’s too late, before your family gets hurt… Mom left another message. Noah didn’t even hear his phone ring this time. Her voicemails are digital mosquitoes buzzing about his ear at all hours of the day—and night—hungry for blood. This one landed at eleven. Shouldn’t she be in bed by now? Fast asleep? Paul Tammany must’ve just gotten off the air. “Everything okay?” Alicia props herself up on one elbow in their bed, sensing tension. Noah nods, still listening to his mother. “Is it her?” “Yeah.” The frequency of Mom’s calls has really ramped up since Thanksgiving. Something’s in the air. Or maybe it’s the fluoride in the water. Or the cell towers, all that 5G microwaving her brain. I just watched another news story and they said there have been more protests—these riots and I, oh God, Noah, I’m so worried for you… So worried about my grandbaby… When Noah was just a boy, growing up in Virginia, his mom would take him to the library. She’d let him check out two books. Any two. His choice. Their deal was simple: One for you and one for me. Mom would read one book to Noah at bedtime while he had to read the other on his own. He’d pick a picture book to tackle—the easy reads, Sendak or Silverstein—while for his mother, he’d tug the doorstoppers off the shelf. The cinder-block books. Tolkien. Dickens. King. He can still remember the sound of her voice, a soft southern lilt gamely taking on the personas of every last character, her words filling his bedroom, his mind, his dreams. Noah can still hear her voice now. When I think of you up there in that god-awful city, with all those awful people around, I—I don’t know. I wish you’d come home to us. You can’t be safe up there. Kelsey can’t be safe… He doesn’t recognize her at all. It’s not Mom. It can’t be. Technically, yes, that’s her voice. But… the words. They don’t sound like her thoughts at all. These are someone else’s words in her mouth. Her mind. It’s getting worse. She’s getting worse. “Is it bad?” Alicia’s voice is calm. Fair and balanced. Working as an admin at a nonprofit will do that—her uncanny knack for putting out fires with nothing but the serenity in her tone. “Pretty bad.” “How bad?” They’re talking about a reckoning, son… Noah stares at the ceiling, phone pressed to his ear, his mind’s eye filled with his mother’s distorted visions of a city on fire, of protests right outside their window, complete chaos. I know you don’t believe me and I know you think I’m overreacting, but I—I just wish you would wake up, honey, before it’s too late. I wish, I wish you would open your eyes. “Can I hear?” Alicia slides in closer. There’s that curiosity of hers. That mettle. Probably the first thing Noah remembers about meeting Alicia was how she was the one to approach him at that Antibalas show in Williamsburg—what? Thirteen years ago now?—in the back room at Black Betty. She kick-started the conversation, buying the next round. They danced with their drinks held up at their shoulders, those crinkly plastic cups, spilling G&Ts all over themselves. They both carried a hint of juniper all the way back to his apartment, seeped into their skin. “You don’t want to hear this,” Noah says. Buy the Book Wake Up and Open Your Eyes Clay McLeod Chapman Buy Book Wake Up and Open Your Eyes Clay McLeod Chapman Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget “What’s she saying?” Somebody ought to do something. Somebody ought to put a stop to these people— These people. “Nothing.” Noah deletes the message before he finishes listening to it. What Alicia hasn’t said, but what Noah’s sensed anyhow, is that she’s starting to ebb. Pull away from him. His family. And she’s pulling Kelsey away with her. When Thanksgiving discourse shifted to immigration, who’s creeping into the country, didn’t his parents notice Kelsey sitting across the table? Who just passed the mashed potatoes? Didn’t they realize their granddaughter is half Haitian? An invasion, Noah’s mom called it. Why can’t they all just stay in their own country? What about me? What about Kelsey? Alicia asked Noah’s mother at the table, point-blank, in front of Ash and his whole fam, Christ, everyone, having held her tongue as long as the first serving of turkey. What do you see when you look at her? Your own granddaughter? Mom said, no, no, she wasn’t talking about her daughter-in-law or granddaughter. She was talking about those other people. Noah hasn’t picked up a call from her since; just lets Mom go to voicemail now. Lets her ramble on for as long as she wants, filling up his inbox with her endless messages. He traps them. Suffocates them, like bugs in a jar. But it’s not going away. Mom’s not stopping. This has festered for far too long. Noah needs to deal with this. “I’m gonna call,” he says, already dialing. It doesn’t matter how late it is. No answer. Strange. Mom always picks up. No matter what she’s in the middle of, she always makes time to talk to her boys. Particularly Noah. Mr. Golden Boy, Asher always jabs. Pampered Prince. So why isn’t she picking up? Why won’t she answer? “Maybe she’s asleep?” Alicia suggests. “Maybe.” Neither says anything for a breath. Alicia holds on to Noah’s eyes. Really takes him in. “Plenty of people are going through this,” she says, breaking the silence. “I read in The Atlantic—” Noah drags his pillow over his face and releases a low groan. “Pleeeease. No more articles about deprogramming your parents…” It’s far too late for an intervention. That ship sailed last Thanksgiving. Noah already tried dragging Mom and Dad back from the ideological brink of their batshit conspiracy-laden crackpottery. Before packing his fam in the car and plowing through traffic to get to Grammy and Grandpa’s house for Turkey Time, Noah Googled “how to deprogram your parents,” like he was cramming for an exam. He clicked a couple links. Printed a few articles. He even highlighted a couple sentences. Debate won’t help. Arguing only makes matters worse. Your loved ones are lost in a conspiracy theory loophole. They are falling down their own personal rabbit holes. Only patience and understanding will pull them out. Talk to them. See their side. Find common ground Did the writers of these listicles even know folks like Noah’s father? He’s the most stubborn son of a bitch Noah’s ever met. He’s lived with his bullheadedness his entire life. But Mom… Not her. Mom is still Mom, isn’t she? Somewhere deep down? Trapped in her own body? There has to be a scrap of sanity left, just a glimmer of common sense buried deep beneath the calcifying wave of conspiracy theories shellacking her brain, one queasy meme after another. “You’re not alone,” Alicia says. “That’s all I’m saying.” Sure feels like it. This downward spiral may have started years ago, but this last month has been a wildfire of voicemails. Used to be just one a week. Now it’s up to three a day. Noah has felt so isolated from his family—his own mother—ever since she tumbled down the rabbit hole. Whatever crawled back up isn’t Mom anymore. Excerpted from Wake Up and Open Your Eyes, copyright © 2024 by Clay McLeod Chapman. The post Read an Excerpt From Clay McLeod Chapman’s <i>Wake Up and Open Your Eyes</i> appeared first on Reactor.