Law Castle (aka Tower of Kilbride) was built in 1468 for Princess Mary, daughter of James II, when she married Thomas, Master of Boyd, and later Earl of Arran. Thomas’s father, Lord Robert Boyd, was Regent of Scotland for James III. Robert Boyd arranged the marriage of James III to the daughter of the King of Norway, who brought as her dowry, the Orkneys and Shetlands, thus becoming part of Scotland. Today the castle is available for rent as a luxurious and exclusive holiday home. It’s located in the village of West Kilbride in North Ayrshire.
The Predator is currently filming! The original announcement for it was so good I was stunned when it actually did get made, because it sounded too good to be true.
The new movie is directed by Shane Black, who in addition to writing movies like Lethal Weapon, Last Boy Scout and Last Action Hero, and directing movies like Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Iron Man 3 and my favorite movie of last year, The Nice Guys, also co-starred in the original Predator as Hawkins.
Plus! In an amazing little cherry on top, the new Predator reunites Black with his Monster Squad co-writer Fred Dekker. Who also of course directed Monster Squad, as well as Night of the Creeps, and who wrote the initial story for 1986′s House.
There’s so much genre talent involved in this movie. I can’t wait. I’m really hyped for this one, not just because I love Predator, but because I’m generally all-in for Black & Dekker.
Cast includes the likes of Boyd Holbrook, Thomas Jane, Olivia Munn, Edward James Olmos and Keegan Michael Key.
But wait, there’s more!
For the avid Predator fan, there’s also the currently ongoing comic series Predator: Hunters, as well as an upcoming trade paperback of the Alien vs. Predator: Life & Death series.
Dark Horse also just released a collector’s edition hardcover reprinting the original 1990 Predator comic series, which I just reviewed for Wicked Horror. There’s some good stuff in there, particularly a reprinting of one of my favorite Predator comics, “Cold War.”
Executive producers Michael Peterson and Jonathan Collier, actors John Boyd, Tamara Taylor, Michaela Conlin, T.J. Thyne, David Boreanaz, Emily Deschanel, Eugene Byrd, and Dave Thomas attend the “BONES” panel during Comic-Con International 2016 at San Diego Convention Center on July 22, 2016 in San Diego, California.
For centuries they told us we weren’t good enough as they pillaged our bodies, stole our rights and enslaved us.
For centuries we were raped and impregnated, our children taken away and sent off to never be seen again.
For centuries they told us that we were not the epitome of beauty. They told us our natural body types were unhealthy, our hair not good and our skin color unappealing. For centuries men put their stereotypes on us. White women turned their backs on us.
For centuries the future of the world was forced into our arms, hearts and our care. For centuries that future grew into men and women and with age they grew hatred and unfounded, unproven and untrue superiority. The future that we molded and nurtured turned away from us in scorn, in hate and in shame.
Now as our sons, brothers and fathers are being murdered we stand together in solidarity. We stand with our hands clasped in unity and support. We throw our bodies and our minds in between our men and the forces that seek to wipe them from the planet, only to be ignored and blamed by those same sons, brothers and fathers when we are murdered.
Now we are told that we are too loud and too angry despite the fact that we have every right to be loud and angry. Instead of trying to understand us, they demean and vilify us. We are told that our hair isn’t proper, our butts too big and our noses too wide to be positive influences on our culture.
We are shown that our lives and our freedom means little by the inaction and the silence of those who are tasked with the responsibility of protecting us. We are forced into the bubble of “angry black female” and the chains of judgement. Condemnation are forced around our wrists into a new form of slavery that comes from without and also from within.
In a time where we are beaten for independence, fetishized by the descendants of those who violated us, stolen from our schools and killed when we withhold our consent, black women, I see you.
I see your spirit and your strength and your unyielding loyalty and your devotion to a better future. I see your style and your creativity and your heart which you wear proudly on your sleeve. I hear the music you have created. I read the words that you have written. I watch the films you have directed. I explore the worlds you have built. I lose myself in the art you have constructed.
I see you with your natural hair, your weaves, your wigs and all the other ways that you perfected to explore your beauty and your own individual style. This is your right, no matter what they tell you. I see you as you push beyond the box that they have tried to trap you in. I see you rebel against the notion of who you should be as you become who you were meant to be.
I feel your tears and agony as you are told that you are not good enough. I feel your betrayal as the boys that you raised become men who despise and discredit the women who look like you. I feel your rage when you realize that for many, feminism is a privilege reserved for the white.
I see you dream. I see you conquer. I see you pull yourself back up when you fail. I see you grip the hand of your sisters and pull us up with you as you ascend. I see you taking control of your body. I see you improving your mind. I see you embracing your creativity. I see you excelling in your actions. I see you smashing glass ceilings that have been out of your reach for way too long,
I see you demanding civility, gaining respect and achieving the wildest dreams of your ancestors.
I see you bounce back when hurt. I see you claim yourself when abandoned. I see you name your daughters after African Queens in a time where you are taught that it is the European queens who are worth remembering. I see you taking back your culture, embracing your heritage and accepting your place as a goddess among the stars.
I feel your magic. I embrace your unique lease on life.
I dance it out with you. I stand in the glow of your sun. I learned from you how to become my own person.
Black women, I see you for all that you are. I see you for all that you could be and I see you for all that you will be.
As you fight and push for everything that you are owed and everything that you deserve, I see you for what you are… Goddesses made of magic and conflict and love and conviction and pepper and salt and sugar and spice.
So real. So beautiful. Supreme and elegant.
When no one else sees or acknowledges or gives you the attention you so richly deserve, please know that I am like you.
Marcus Mariota, center, poses for a picture with his father Toa Mariota, right, and a family friend at the Saint Louis School Alumni Clubhouse, April 30, 2015, in Honolulu, Hawaii, to see which NFL team will draft him.
Korryn Gaines was the last straw for me. I went to a vigil/protest for Korryn Gaines, and only a few people showed up. BLM activists were not in attendance. Weeks before, I attended a vigil/protest for Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, thousands showed up. Recently March/protest was organized by BLM, and Korryn Gaines murder was barely mentioned, the deaths of black men were centered. Again, thousands showed up. The lack of support, and outrage for Gaines death has greatly disappointed me, and saddened my heart. Three black queer women created Black Lives Matter, and yet black women’s deaths, murders, and narratives continue to be invisible within the movement. Thousands didn’t show up for Korryn Gaines, Tanisha Anderson, Miriam Carey, Yvette Smith, Shelly Frey, Darnisha Harris, Melissa Williams, Alesia Thomas, Shantel Davis, Rekia Boyd, and the list goes on. Sandra Bland did receive some visibility, but many slander her within the community. There are people out here who believe black women are not being target by state sanctioned brutality. That police don’t kill black women too. These names are barely repeated, circulated, or discussed. Why are black men centered, do only their lives matter? Black women have been creating movements, organizing, protesting, fighting for our communities, but no one talks about our suffering or our oppression. And it disturbs me a lot. Why should black women continue to be mules, and work for others liberation, while we die and continue to suffer. There is this troubling narrative that black women are incapable of feeling pain, or suffering, that we are super human, and can endure everything. We are humans, we feel pain, and we suffer. This narratives only perpetuates our oppression, and our oppressors us it to continue abusing us. Bc we take it, right? Black women need to start fighting for black women. We can’t wait. We can’t continue to put our oppression on the back burner. We are dying, and our deaths are silenced. No one will fight for us, we need to fight for ourselves.