There is no one better to lead ICE’s VOICE office than @angeldadjoe. Since his daughter, Katie, was murdered by an illegal alien drunk driver in a hit-and-run in sanctuary Illinois, he has been a staunch advocate for victims of illegal alien crime. In his new role, he will continue to help families who have lost a loved one to a preventable tragedy caused by open-border policies.

Lupita Nyong'o sums up the real tragedy of Nolan’s Odyssey, says Joanna Gray, after the Helen of Troy actress admitted she "really had no idea what The Odyssey was". But could the film reawaken interest in the classics?

This heinous attack motivated by politics should never happen in America. We must give hate and extremism no safe harbor and we must all unite against political violence as a nation. Jill and I are sending strength to everyone affected by this senseless tragedy during an unimaginable time.

Billy Mills: The Dream That Refused to Die There was a time when a young man sat alone in a hotel room, convinced his life had no meaning and no future. The pain of loss, rejection, and loneliness had become so overwhelming that he saw no place for himself in the world. That young man was Billy Mills. Born in 1938, Mills was a member of the Oglala Lakota Nation and grew up on South Dakota's Pine Ridge Reservation, one of the most impoverished regions in America. Tragedy struck early. His mother passed away when he was eight years old, and by twelve he had lost his father as well. In just a few years, he became an orphan. Before he died, Billy's father left him with words that would stay with him forever: "Your wings are broken now, son. But one day, you may soar with the wings of an eagle." Those words became a guiding light. Billy discovered a talent for running and eventually earned a scholarship to the University of Kansas. Yet success did not shield him from prejudice. On one occasion, a photographer preparing a team picture reportedly told him to step aside because of the color of his skin. The rejection cut deep. Combined with years of hardship and discrimination, it pushed him toward one of the darkest moments of his life. Alone in a hotel room near Louisville, he came close to giving up entirely. Then something happened. Whether it was memory, instinct, or something spiritual, he felt his father's presence. A single word echoed through his mind: "Don't." Instead of surrendering, Billy grabbed a pen and wrote down an impossible dream: "Olympic gold medal. 10,000 meters." At the time, there was no reason to believe it would ever happen. He wasn't the world's best runner. He wasn't even considered a serious Olympic contender. But from that night forward, he chased that dream with everything he had. Around the same period, he met Patricia, the woman who would become his wife in 1962. Through every challenge, she remained a source of strength and stability in his life. After college, Mills joined the United States Marine Corps as an officer while continuing to train. His path was anything but easy. He battled hypoglycemia and diabetes, conditions that often drained his energy during long-distance races. Yet he remained determined to compete in the event many believed he was least suited for: the 10,000-meter run. Against the odds, he qualified for the 1964 U.S. Olympic Team. Few people paid attention. His personal best was nearly a minute slower than the world record held by Australia's legendary Ron Clarke. When the team arrived in Tokyo, some officials didn't even consider him important enough to receive the same level of equipment given to expected medal contenders. Billy Mills was not expected to win. On October 14, 1964, nearly forty athletes gathered on a damp cinder track inside Tokyo's National Stadium. From the start, Ron Clarke drove the pace hard. One by one, runners fell behind. Amazingly, Billy Mills stayed with the leaders. As the race entered its final stages, only three men remained in contention: Clarke, Tunisia's Mohamed Gammoudi, and Mills. Then disaster struck. While navigating through lapped runners during the final lap, Mills was bumped and lost momentum. Gammoudi surged ahead. Mills dropped back. His blood sugar was crashing. His vision began to blur. The cameras focused on the favorites. Nobody was watching Billy Mills. Then, with roughly 100 meters remaining, he glanced toward another runner and believed he saw the image of an eagle. Instantly, his father's words returned: "The wings of an eagle." A thought flashed through his mind: "I can win." Mills moved into an open lane and unleashed the most powerful sprint of his life. The television commentators were still describing the battle between Clarke and Gammoudi when analyst Dick Bank suddenly shouted the words that would become famous: "Look at Mills! Look at Mills!" In an astonishing burst, Mills flew past both men. He crossed the finish line first. Time: 28:24.4 Olympic Record. Not only had he won gold, but he had shattered expectations and produced one of the greatest upsets in Olympic history. To this day, Billy Mills remains the only American ever to win Olympic gold in the men's 10,000-meter run. After the race, he searched for the runner whose uniform supposedly displayed the eagle. There wasn't one. No eagle had been there. The image existed only in his mind. The strength he needed had been within him all along. Mills' remarkable journey later inspired the 1983 film Running Brave. He entered multiple halls of fame and received numerous honors throughout his life. In 2012, President Barack Obama awarded him the Presidential Citizens Medal. More than half a century after his victory, he returned to the Olympic stage in Paris in 2024 to donate his historic Team USA tracksuit to the Olympic Museum. Yet Billy Mills often says the greatest reward was never the gold medal. It was healing. The race in Tokyo helped him overcome years of pain and self-doubt. It proved that the dream he had written down during his darkest hour had been worth believing in. In keeping with Lakota tradition, Mills chose to share his blessings with others. In 1986, he co-founded Running Strong for American Indian Youth, an organization that continues to provide food, water, housing assistance, and opportunities to Native communities across the United States. Today, Billy Mills continues to inspire people around the world. Alongside Patricia, his wife of more than six decades, he has spent his later years encouraging young people to dream beyond their circumstances. His greatest victory was not defeating Ron Clarke or Mohamed Gammoudi. It was defeating the voice that told him he didn't belong. And after winning that battle, he dedicated his life to making sure others never had to fight it alone.

Extracts from article in Spectator 16th August by Brendan O’Neill: Behold the human wreckage of the cult of diversity. The tragedy of Jason Arday is that he was both built up and destroyed by the ruthless machinery of DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion). The academy made him into the golden boy of its philistine project of ‘decolonisation’ and gave not one thought to what the consequences might be if his thin story unravelled, as it inevitably would. No one can deny it now: wokeness makes false gods and real tragedies. . . This is the poison chalice of the state religion of diversity. It lays traps for the very people it celebrates. It handpicks members of ‘the oppressed’ for moral anointment and institutional gushing while leaving them open to exposure as others start to query their credentials. That’s the toxic bargain of identity politics: it builds teetering pedestals for ethnic-minority thinkers, meaning their fall from grace is often twice as fatal. And what a pedestal they made for Arday. They worshipped him as ‘the best in the world’. They beatified him as a black wunderkind whose very presence in a place like Cambridge might help to wash away its sins of whiteness. They canonised him as a living monument to ‘decolonisation’. It was precisely this, their giddy, narcissistic desire to manufacture a kind of black saviour, that made them turn a blind eye to the questionable elements of Arday’s CV and life story. They sacrificed their due diligence to the god of decolonisation. And Arday suffered. He was both poster boy and sacrificial lamb of the diversity crusade. Even as he gained from it – reaching the dizzying heights of a Cambridge professorship – he was being damned by it. The foundation of myth and sand his starry career was built on was untenable. Its collapse was a given. It is a testament to the ideological blindness of the inhabitants of our ivory towers that none of them foresaw it. . . . The Faustian ruthlessness of it all is mindblowing. . . . The media is the only institution in this entire tragic scandal that did its job properly. Journalists found a story and they told it. It was the academy and Arday’s colleagues who failed to do their jobs. Who failed to prize merit over identity, and failed to foresee the public embarrassment that would befall their falsely promoted friend. They ignored the truth – the media found it. I and others have been arguing for years that the politics of identity is a disaster for all, black and white alike. White kids are overlooked, black kids are patronised. Whites are branded ‘privileged’, blacks ‘oppressed’. Whites are seen as the beneficiaries of historic crimes who must atone for past sins, blacks as history’s perma-victims who require the gracious helping hand of the state. We are demonised or infantilised according to the accident of our race. Enough. Let our monument to Jason Arday be the restoration of the true ideal of equality. We couldn’t save Jason but we can save merit from the monstrous jaws of identity.

Latest readings recently: - Storm of Steel, Enst Junger -> the journal of a german WWI soldier that gives you a very raw view of the tragedy of war. - Wind, Sand and Stars, Antoine de Saint Exupéry -> very well written (at least in french), makes you think about life, death, experience, and what is worth living - Essentialism, Greg McKeown -> reflects a lot our philosophy at Morpho. also very practical to save you time and consider only doing what truly matters. do less to enable more - The Order of Time, Carlo Rovelli -> time is such a fascinating concept, we all experience it but have no deep understanding of it. highly recommend for everyone curious people about physics concepts

Woke pretty much died 3 years ago and big Hollywood studios are STILL doing it. These are hundred million dollar investments. There is no upside to race or gender swapping Homer's Odyssey. Literally NO ONE wants a girl boss superhero movie. Meanwhile, Obsession produced 400X ROI. Christopher Nolan might be my favorite director so I took this one hard. The market signal couldn't be clearer so I assume it's just the remnants of ESG and DEI policies. Or awards show requirements. What a (Greek) tragedy. But here's the good news. The major studios must be nearing financial ruin and we SHOULD get more original story lines like obsession. Nature is healing. A year or two from now we might finally be done with these miserable woke abominations. Sorry, Foid Gayweather, I mean Elliot Page. We're not doing this "Oh so brave" shit anymore.