I hear tell that Yellowstone, the most successful instance ever of a western soap opera smuggling in leftist ideology to the whoops and hollers of American conservatives, ended in the only way it could end: the White Man giving his land back to the Natives, who will of course preserve it for all times in its primal state, never developing it for an acre-sized casino, or selling out mineral rights and royalties to the vultures of Big Oil. Of course. And so the Natives reclaim the land, spit on the graves of the Whites, and apparently that’s the end of that. I didn’t watch it. I won’t subject myself to it.
What I will do, however, is revisit a series that every conservative should take the time to watch: The Sopranos. The series that kicked off the Golden Age of TV is almost forgotten now, buried under an avalanche of garbage content. The Sopranos isn’t a throwaway soap opera mired in the spirit of the age: it’s a work of genius.
