Politico Report Details Strange Rollout Of January 6 Documentary ‘The Sixth’

I’m used to efforts to whitewash American history, but this just doesn’t smell right.

(Permanent Musical Accompaniment To The Last Post Of The Week From The Blog’s Favourite Living Canadian)

Politico Magazine has a fascinating piece about a well-financed and well-received (by test audiences) documentary film called The Sixth, an account of the violence on January 6, 2021 from the viewpoint of several people who were swept up in it. The documentary was made by two Academy Award-winning filmmakers under the umbrella of A24, one of the hottest production companies in the business, and a massive campaign was planned for its release. And then things got weird.

Congressman Jamie Raskin, one of several people through whose memories the story is told, is suspicious about what appears to be a collective act of looming cowardice.

And Raskin is not alone. Some of the other participants in the film have similar questions about the apparent lack of support for the film.

Raskin suspects, and I agree with him because, well, he’s been right about January 6, 2021 since about January 7, 2021, that the slow-hyping of The Sixth may be part of the ongoing campaign to minimize what happened that day until it appears to be little more than a historical blip in time. This effort includes everything from Trump’s pitching the participants as “political prisoners” to the multi-pronged effort to thwart Jack Smith’s investigation to the whole damn ongoing Republican presidential campaign.

I’m used to efforts to whitewash American history. Hell, we’re arguing about that all over the country right now. But this is different. This is an attempt to apply to something we all saw on television the ancient historical principle of “Who you gonna believe, me or your own lying eyes?” And the stakes are immeasurable. We can’t afford the narcotic of historical amnesia this time.

Noem’s spokesman took time out from updating his resume to cop to the charge.

The book also contains a fanciful tale of Noem’s facing down the insidious blandishments of…Nikki Haley?

In the book, Noem recounts feeling the cold, clammy hand of political threat reaching up to South Dakota from South Carolina. She talks to an aide.

According to Haley’s camp, this encounter also was the sheerest moonshine.

And, on the other side of the rainbow bridge, Cricket—and the goat—look down and see Kristi Noem’s political career slouching slowly toward the gravel pit.

Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “Crow Jane” (Tuba Skinny): Yeah, I pretty much still love New Orleans.

Weekly Visit To The Pathe Archives: Here, from 1965, is a performance from a husband and wife in the family business of fire-eating. And glass-walking. And glass-jumping. And flaming-arrow-catching. I guess this is what the old folks in Great Britain did of an evening when the kids were all screaming over the Beatles. History is so cool.

The anti-choice crew never sleeps. (Once again, Justice Sam Alito’s deep concern about future unintended consequences in the presidential immunity case dries up when it comes to the actual, and perhaps not entirely unintended, consequences of this opinion in Dobbs.) In where-the-fck-else Texas, a man has engaged a lawyer to pursue a wrongful death action against his partner who obtained a legal abortion in Colorado. From The Washington Post:

“Men disapproving” with the force of law behind them is pretty much the basic definition of patriarchy, not that it would occur to the aspiring patriarchs in the Texas government.

So how did an image of a Macedonian conqueror end up in Scandinavia? One word: fanboy.

Memorabilia is an ancient art. Or an ancient scam. Anyway, Caracalla was something of a bloodthirsty madman whose own imperial guard did him in while he was attempting some Alexander cos-play against the Parthians in Mesopotamia. He deserves to have somebody make a buck on him after a couple millennia.

Hey, ScienceDaily, is it a good day for dinosaur news? It’s always a good day for dinosaur news!

Tough call for the ol’ T. Rex. For a while there, we thought the T. Rex was smarter than the groaning, city-stomping beast of our movies. Now, the best he gets is “monkey-like.” Good plot twist for those Godzilla v. Kong movies, I guess. They lived then so we could have fun at the movies now.

I’ll be back on Monday for whatever fresh hell awaits. Be well and play nice, ya bastids. Stay above the snake line. Wear the damn mask. Take the damn shots, especially the boosters, and especially the most recent boosters. Watch out for the damn bird flu. And spare a moment for the good people of Baltimore, and for the people of Israel and of Gaza, the people of Ukraine, of Lewiston, Maine, and for the victims of monkeypox in the Republic of the Congo, and of the earthquake zones in Taiwan, Iraq, Turkey, Morocco, and Colombia, and in the flood zone in Libya, and the flood zones all across the Ohio Valley, and on the Horn of Africa, and in Tanzania and Kenya, and in the English midlands, and in Virginia, and in Texas and Louisiana, and in California, and the flood zones of Indonesia, and in the storm-battered south of Georgia, and in Kenya, and in the flood areas in Dubai (!) and in Pakistan, and in the flood zones in Russia and Kazakhstan, and in the flood zones in Iran, where loose crocodiles are becoming a problem, and in the fire zones in Australia, and in north Texas, and in Lahaina, where they’re still trying to recover their lives, and under the volcano in Iceland, and for the gun-traumatized folks in Austin and at UNLV, and in Philadelphia, and in Perry, Iowa, and especially for our fellow citizens in the LGBTQ+ community, who deserve so much better from their country than they’ve been getting.

Charles P Pierce is the author of four books, most recently Idiot America, and has been a working journalist since 1976. He lives near Boston and has three children.

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