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The Lone Ranger and the Riders of Justice…Chapters 4 and 5

Chapter 4
A Meeting of Minds
Later that evening in Barcroft Saloon, four desperate men sat at a corner table. Snake Larson, the leader, clenched his fists in rage. Trig Smith, beside Snake Larson, held a bottle of whiskey. Scars from a hard life marked his unshaven face, and his clothes bore evidence of hard work. Ace Parker, and Jock Jenkins, both trail worn and tired waited for Snake to speak. Trail dust lay heavy on their clothes from the previous nights activity, and clearly much was on their minds. Trig Smith poured each man a drink, then placed the bottle down near the deck of cards in the middle of the table.
Ace began to speak.
“When are we going to get paid.? A lot of the boys are getting anxious” he growled. “One.”
Trig looked around.
“Not so loud Ace-people might get suspicious. Two cards” he said as he threw two cards down on the table and accepted the new ones.
“Yeah, you’re right Trig-the big payoff comes when the boss finally says so. I am getting tired of waiting though, a raid here and there ain’t what I expected from such a big talking operation. I’ll raise 20.”
Snake visually reprimanded Ace.
“I know, wait. “
Silence met Aces angry words.
“When’s the next attack Snake?” Ace asked.
“When the boss sends word, that’s when. No sooner, no later.” Snake replied, draining his whiskey in one well practiced motion. “I’ll take two.”
Snake Larson took the cards.
“I’ll call.”
Trig looked at his cards, then threw his down. Ace Parker pulled one, and Jock the same.
Snake laid his cards out. Full house, Aces and eights.
The three men laughed.
Snake Larson smiled.
“I know, it’ll wait until payday.”
Meanwhile, at Rex Allen’s sprawling hacienda Jim and Margaret rested comfortably. Rex had called an emergency meeting of the Cattleman’s Association to discuss the days events. One by one, Rex had called on each of the members at home and told them about the evenings meeting. And one by one, they agreed to come-something in Rex’s voice told them that salvation from the mysterious raids was near. It was a hard day of riding, but the hope that Rex carried in his breast pushed him on.
Evening fell on the Flying A Ranch, Rex, Jim , Margaret, the Ranger, and Tonto had eaten a hearty meal of mashed potatoes, fresh chicken, and oven hot buns. The meal passed quickly as the Ranger began to speak.
“Tonto, what did you find out when you went with Sheriff Stockton’s posse today?”
Tonto wiped his face with the generous napkin, then put it down.
“Me join posse. Watch men sheriff pick, them seem rough. We follow trail away from wagon wreck. Find nothing. We not look long, Sheriff seem distant. Then we go home.”
Rex looked over at Tonto.
“The men who volunteer for the possess are the same everytime. I’m surprised Bill let Tonto join them. Tonto, did the men seem to want to find a trail?”
Tonto thought for a moment.
“Me no think so. I see couple of trails, but Sheriff Stockton ride right by. Mebbe him see too many dead ends to care “ Tonto said.
The Ranger responded.
“If he’s had 11 posses find nothing, he may have ignored the trail. I guess you and I will follow those trails tomorrow Tonto. “
The three men sipped their coffee in silence.
“Are you sure Rex that we can trust all of these men?”
Rex looked up from his plate.
“I can personally vouch for all but Bud, he’s the newest member, still kind of wet under the ears, but we’re turning him into a first class cattleman. Us and his foreman Frank .” Rex replied.
“How many men are coming tonight?” the Lone Ranger asked.
“Near as I can tell, ten or twelve. The sheriff may come as well. I ran across him over at Nolan’s” Rex answered.
As the others finished eating, Rex’s cook, Gail, cleared the table and quickly washed the dishes. Before long, the cattleman started filtering in.
In turn, Rex introduced the men to ‘Clayton Moore’, the Lone Ranger in disguise. Sizing each man up as he met them, he formed an impression of each that would astound even the men he met! Soon, the room was bustling, and the Ranger’s mind was working feverishly beneath his handsome exterior.
Rex looked around the room. Sheriff Bill Stockton, Don Berry, Monte Hale, Harry Carey, Tom Tyler, Lyle Talbott, Ed Smith, Alex Raymall, Lash Larue, Bill Boyd, Allan Lane, and Bob Nolan sat waiting for the meeting to begin. The Lone Ranger, in disguise as a ranch hand, sat at the back. A few were chattering amongst themselves, comparing herds, horses, and hats. The sheriff was chuckling to himself, as Bob Nolan strummed an old guitar that hung on the wall
“Hey Bob, when are you going to learn to sing?” Monte yelled over the noise.
Bob Nolan looked over his shoulder and laughed.
“Just about the time you learn how to Monte!” he replied. “Hey, I’ve got a new tune. Let me hum a few bars.”
“Well it’s round up time and the weathers fine and the calves have all been branded.”
Rex stood up and waved his arms in the air. The ranchers quieted down.
“Well gentleman, time to bring this here meeting to order,” Rex said. “To make it simple, my nephew and niece, Jim and Margaret, were ambushed by the same bunch that’s been raising trouble around here these last few months. They were helped to town and here they are. I’ll let them tell what happened. Maybe we can come up with a plan to help Sheriff Stockton here find these owlhoots. “ Rex said.
Jim stood up and cleared his throat. His arm still hurt from the beating it took earlier yesterday, but the pain drove him to speak.
“Hello all, my name is Jim Allen, and this here,” he said pointing to Margaret “ is Margaret. We were ambushed yesterday by a bunch of men …”
And he told the story again, in full detail leaving out the Lone Ranger and Tonto. Wincing in pain when he got to the wagon crashing, the men listened to every word. The Ranger surveyed the men’s faces in the room, searching for any clue that might be revealed unwittingly.
“So, that’s what happened to Margaret and I. We were lucky to have survived.” Jim concluded.
Rex looked around the room at the men he called friends.
“So now how can we help you Bill?” he asked the Sheriff.
“I told you gentleman that I’m looking into the raids and attacks. Haven’t found anything of value yet. Even with a couple of trackers, nothing showed up, nothing at all. The attackers must know this territory better than I do.” he said shaking his head.
“What did you find today when you searched the area around Jim’s wreck?” asked Bob.
The Sheriff answered.
“Just the usual, lots of wreckage, mixed up footprints, and no real clues. The wreckage was cleaned up real good. Funny though, the horses were buried already. Other than that, just as good if we hadn’t looked around.”
“Sheriff-maybe you should get some help with this case. Hire a good tracker, another deputy to work just on this one,” added Harry.
“Another deputy to sit around, drink coffee, and get my desk dirty with trail dust-it’ll do no good, no how. There have been no clues. I am frustrated as you are men, we have to wait for a break, at least one substantial clue that’ll help us find one of them.” the sheriff rambled.
“What about the Adams’ ranch-Mrs. Adams couldn’t keep up her payments and she lost the ranch after the raid that killed old Sam!” commented Monte.
“What about the Dodds?”
“What about the Iversons?” echoed Bill Boyd.
“Don’t we owe them something? They were our friends and neighbours. Would they accept ‘no clues’?” Harry added.
“Okay men, okay. I’ll hire a deputy just for this case, when it’s solved, he’s gone. Maybe a man devoted to solving this crime wave will help. I’ll put a poster up tomorrow, will that satisfy you gentlemen?” the sheriff relented.
Rex answered.
“Yes Sheriff, that will, and we will do all that we can to co-operate with you on this. Right men?” Rex said as he looked around the room. Frustration and loss etched on the ranchers weather hardened faces eased at Sheriff Stockton’s effort.
“Yes Bill, we’ll help. Just let us know what we can do.” Bill said.
The other ranchers murmured agreement.
Sheriff Stockton nodded, and smiled.
“Thanks for your co-operation men. I appreciate that. I guess I’ll leave now, by the time I get home…”
“Bob may finally get that tune right he’s been working on” Rex interjected.
The men laughed.
“Say, I’d like to hear you do any better!” Bob said in mock defiance.
Sheriff Stockton took his coat from Gail, stood up and left.
“Goodnight men.”
The remainder of the evening was spent tying up loose ends. Neighbours, so abruptly brought from their homesteads, passed the evening in conversation.
Sitting in the back of the room as the meeting went on, the Lone Ranger looked at each of the men in turn again. Evaluating their character was his prime concern, and this time gave him much opportunity for analysis.
Tonto waited outside for the Ranger’s signal. The Masked Man realised that if anyone was involved in this villainy they’d be the first to leave. And if they felt comfortable enough around these men, they would evidence their true intentions. If one of the cattlemen left, and the Ranger felt uncertain about them, Tonto would be on the trail.
Inside the Ranger mingled with the ranchers, introduced as Rex Allen’s new ranch hand he easily fit in and was immediately accepted.
“Harry,” Rex said.
“How many cattle do you figure the Dodds lost? You were there first I recall”
Harry Carey rubbed his clean shaven chin and mentally revisited the site of so much destruction. His minds eye reviewed each corpse, each victim and he reeled once more at the mental stench invoked. Feeling once again the horror of finding Frank Dodds body beneath a stampeding steer, feeling the ugly loss of life and livestock, his face betrayed his inner emotions.
“Rex, that was an ugly scene. Real ugly, there was probably one hundred and sixty head of prime stock, as well as a couple of barns and of course Frank, God rest his soul,” Harry replied. “Elizabeth, left soon after for the east after she sold the land.”
Bill Boyd spoke up.
“I reckon Rex, that the Iversons lost about two hundred and eighty head in their trouble, quite a few also got rustled before that. They were lucky though, we were all able to stave off the fires.”
The group of men nodded in agreement. They remembered the many man hours that were lost fighting fires and searching for the lost cattle.
Monte Hale chimed in-
“The couple that came west, the Robinsons, lost all that they had the first week, about thirty head. Then they went back east I heard.”
The other ranchers responded with a wealth of information, from numbers of cattle lost to how a dream of new life was shattered by ruthless villainy!
Lyle Talbot stood up.
“You know gentlemen, we’ve heard lots of stories tonight, and relived many tragedies. But most importantly, by even having this meeting and the sheriff here means that somethings going to happen. Rex, ” he said pointing “you’ve been a good leader, but we should let the sheriff and his new deputy, whomever he may be, do the job they’re supposed to do” he said turning to leave.
The men in the room nodded and murmured in agreement.
“Yeah, you’re right Lyle. Let’s give the sheriff another chance.”
Lyle smiled and headed for the front door. Gail handed Lyle his coat.
“Goodnight all” he said as he left and started for home.
As Lyle mounted his horse, his face underwent a transformation; his smile now replaced by a determined tight lipped grimace, and his eyes, once friendly and open, now emanated treachery, their dark shades of blue deepened by the villainy in his heart.
“Yeahhh!” he said as he urged his horse towards Blindmans Plateau. His horse responded with a rein to the left and then, the pair left Rex Allen’s ranch at a gallop.
Miles away, the Masked leader and Snake Larson waited atop the heavily treed Blindmans Plateau. Named after the Hillside Massacre of 1858, it still evoked a sense of mystery and despair, some said the ghosts of the slaughtered victims still writhed in agony whenever the full moon rose. From east, west and south the flat was heavily treed, it made the perfect meeting place.
Snake Larson, resting on a large boulder, looked around comfortably.
“I like this place boss” he commented. “Yeah, a perfect spot for a house , right over there, just on the edge of the flat. You could see for miles, and the sunrises and sunsets would take your breath away. If I was the settling down kind, it’d be perfect” he said pointing to the plateau’s edge.
The leader looked at Snake Larson through eye slits, then shifted his weight from left to right foot. Rubbing his arms to restore circulation, he stamped again and pulled his jacket tighter around him. His breath formed cloudy white puffs as he waited for Lyle Talbot to arrive.
“Blast it man-how can you be so warm out here!” he spat out at Snake.
Snake looked at the leader, then stood up.
“Easy, I’m used to this. Lived most of my life outside, but soon though, it’ll all be over, when the railroad comes through. Say, the boys’n me are getting tired of waiting for the pay off, how soon until the land buyers come through?” Snake asked.
“Should be by the end of the month or so-two weeks at the most” he said . “Should have time for a couple more jobs, although we’ve done pretty well so far, these last jobs will be the icing on the cake.”
Snake reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, twisted the lid off and offered the vial of liquor to the leader.
“Care for some?” he asked.
The leader rolled back the mask bottom, lifted the flask to his lips and took a deep draw of warmth. Taking a second sip, then tightening the lid back on, he lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up into the night sky. He handed the flask back to Snake Larson.
“Thanks” he replied “Getting blamed cold though. You did tell Lyle around midnight, didn’t you?” he asked.
Snake Larson glared at the leader.
“Of course, he should be here right soon I reckon. What went on at the meeting tonight anyway?” Snake growled at the man of mystery.
A sound of hoofbeats thudded across the moonlit prairie as Lyle neared the top of Blindmans Plateau.
“Hoofbeats, let’s spread out and see who it is” the masked leader ordered.
Snake Larson and the masked leader crouched down and searched the open prairie for any signs of a rider. Snake’s eyes found the racing form first, he strained to pick out who it could be.
“It looks like Lyle from here boss” Snake observed.
“I think so too, but let’s be sure” he said cautiously.
“I agree. Better safe than in prison!” Snake added.
Time passed as the crouching pair stay hidden. Flexing tenses muscles helped the Masked leader warm up. Standing up and moving towards the edge of the trees, the pair waited for the elusive rider to reach them.
Passing through the trees, Lyle emerged at the cut line beside the mysterious figure and Snake Larson. The waiting pair had their firearms raised and ready for action.
“Hold on boys, its me, Lyle.” he said as the moonlight glinted off their well oiled gunbarrels.
The leader and Snake holstered their weapons. Riding to the rock where Snake had reclined, Lyle dismounted and shook the trail dust off. Looking at the man with the face mask, he began to speak.
“You know Mask, it’s a good thing the end is almost near. The sheriff could’ve been lynched in there. Men were spitting nails, and if I didn’t know what was coming, I’d be lynch happy too.” Lyle responded. “Got a shot of whiskey Snake?”
Snake Larson handed the vial over to Lyle.
Lyle took a deep sip, replaced the lid, and handed it back. He wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“If it weren’t for the sheriff promising a special deputy to look into this a little closer, he’d be a dead man!” Lyle added.
“Well-Did the the promise of getting a deputy calm them down?”
Lyle answered.
“Yeah, it did. They started talking about their friends after that. They seem to be behind the sheriff, at least for now.”
“Do you know anyone Bill could hire? Somebody accident prone, if you know what I mean.” the leader asked.
Snake Larson rubbed his chin.
“Well Snake, Gene and the boys got real hot under the collar so Bill had to defend himself. Somehow, someone suggested the he couldn’t do this job, so Bill said he’d hire a special deputy just to work on this case.” Lyle answered.
Snake looked at the masked leader, then rubbed his chin.
“Say, one of my boys could apply for the job, and we can do what we want, when we want.” he said deviously.
The Masked leader nodded in agreement.
“That’s what I was thinking Snake. Send one of the boys around noon. The job’ll be his guaranteed. After a week or so of no more clues, no more deputy, and we can get down to business again..”
Now re-enthused, the group planned the coming week. What had once seemed insurmountable, now was near its dire conclusion. Snake Larson began to laugh a laugh of victory. Months of planning was nearing fruition, and traps set in secrecy would now be sprung in the light of day. Fully confident in their villainy, the three men began savouring their bloody profits. Nothing could stand in their way now-nothing except the justice of the Lone Ranger and Tonto!
CHAPTER FIVE:
HIDDEN EARS
As the meeting progressed inside Rex Allen’s hacienda, Tonto lay in wait behind a bush outside the front door. Much time and conversation passed as Tonto waited for a sign from the disguised Lone Ranger. The troubled conversation drifted out to Tonto’s keen ears through a partially open window. He heard the frustration in the raised voices of the cattlemen as they voiced their concerns to the stony faced Sheriff. He raised his head and peeked into the crowded room, and saw the ranchers faces full of desperation, and then hope as the Sheriff finally gave in and promised a Deputy to help with the raids. The Ranger, seeing Tonto out of the corner of his eye, signaled Tonto down.
“Well gentlemen, thank you for inviting me to this meeting. I hope the new deputy we hire can find what my best efforts couldn’t. Good evening gents. Rex, thanks for the coffee” he said as he left the hacienda.
Mounting his horse, Bill galloped off into the darkness.
Tonto, looked inside towards the Lone Ranger. He gave no signal to the faithful watcher.
A few minutes later, Lyle Stockton got his hat from Gail. He hesitated slightly in the doorway, then turned around and walked towards his horse.
Tonto watched the rancher leave Rex’s hacienda, and head towards his horse. The Ranger signaled Tonto. The moonlight showed the grim smile now there, and solidified the Rangers suspicions in Tonto’s mind. Waiting for Lyle to ride ahead, Tonto stayed in the bush besides the house. Quickly, Lyle lept atop his mount, and reined out towards the prairie. Tonto, seeing Lyle pass through Rex’s Flying A gate, called for Scout and quietly mounted him. Patting Scout gently, he urged him on to follow Lyle. Passing through the gates, Tonto looked back at the house, turned around and searched for Lyle on the flatland ahead.
He rode on in silence as Lyle determinedly galloped on, suspecting nothing. Tonto looked on beyond Lyle and saw the flat landscape. Only one landmark stood out, Blindmans Plateau. Inwardly Tonto wondered if that could be his destination.
Tonto saw Lyle head South toward the plateau and climb the hill with vigour, following from a safe distance he waited until he was sure of Lyle’s destination to push Scout. A burst of speed came from his endless reservoir and soon Tonto was only a couple of hundred yards from Lyle. He saw Lyle push into the trees and followed as closely as he dared.
Lyle, not suspecting anything, made volumes of noise as Tonto and Scout’s sound was easily muffled.
Looking ahead Tonto saw the edge of the trees opening into the plateau. Taking a veer right he plunged into the trees, stopping near the edge. Climbing off Scout, he crawled towards the break’s lip and peeked out just enough to see Lyle in conversation with two men.
They lowered their guns and walked toward a flat boulder. Recognizing Lyle, Tonto strained his keen hearing to the limit. Recognizing the word “job” and “railroad”, his desire for information drew him closer to the three men. Hugging the edge of the trees he crept stealthily to overhear the conversation more clearly.
“Hmm-Kemo Sabe plenty right” he said to himself.
Listening intently to the three men, he heard more snippets of phrases.
“Two more.”
“Pay day.”
“One of the boys.”
“Snake Larson.”
A look of fear crossed Tonto’s eyes, how many people had died already, and how many more until the web of tyranny was ended?
Thoughts crossed his mind as the three men spoke . Waiting patiently for them to leave he listened, and learned. Any information gathered now would save many lives later!
Minutes later, Snake, the Masked Leader, and Lyle Stockton left, each going a different direction. One by one, they gathered their horses, and headed off .
Standing up now, Tonto listened carefully for the sound of hoofbeats to fade away. His keen hearing differentiating between the 3 sets of rhythmic beats, he watched and listened Lyle Stockton go south, Snake Larson go east, and the masked leader, north. Satisfying himself that they were sufficiently far away, he too mounted Scout, and traversed the rocky slope fronting Blindmans Plateau. Reaching the level prairie, he turned Scout towards the duos hidden campsite and galloped hard.
The Lone Ranger had much to learn!
Alberta
Francesco Ventriglia Praises Alberta Ballet and Konstantin Ishkhanov as A Thousand Tales is Set for Dubai Launch

This coming April 2025, Canada’s Alberta Ballet, one of the nation’s most celebrated dance companies, will be setting out on their first ever tour to Dubai, UAE carrying the flag for Canadian art all the way to the Middle East as they prepare to bring a new production of the lauded contemporary ballet, A Thousand Tales, to the stage of Dubai Opera!
Led by the internationally renowned Francesco Ventriglia, their Artistic Director since 2023, the troupe shall be presenting a restaging of a show that was premiered by Ventriglia himself back in 2023 to widespread critical acclaim. A visually stunning and spellbinding production, A Thousand Tales combines the magic of beloved childhood fairy tales with the grandeur of classical ballet, presenting an original narrative inspired by iconic stories such as Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Aladdin, Puss in Boots, and The Three Musketeers, amongst others.
Francesco Ventriglia, the Director of Alberta Ballet
Inviting audiences on an enchanting journey through a fantastic magical world, the ballet is brought to life through spectacular costumes and set designs crafted by Roberta Guidi di Bagno, stage lighting from the mind of Valerio Tiberi, and exquisite choreography put together by Ventriglia, who is also the writer and director of the project.
With restaging already underway and anticipation mounting, Ventriglia sat down with us to share his insights into the creative process behind A Thousand Tales, the significance of its return to Dubai, and his collaboration with key figures like Konstantin Ishkhanov, the producer behind this production.
Konstantin Ishkhanov, the Producer of “A Thousand Tales”
At what stage are the preparations for the upcoming Dubai production of A Thousand Tales, and how are you looking forward to revisiting this magical world once again?
“Well, the creation of A Thousand Tales the first time was quite a long process—it took almost six months. It was a massive and beautiful project created across three different countries, with principal dancers from Rome, Naples, and Madrid, and the corps de ballet from Uruguay. This time is different. The ballet has already been created, so it’s a matter of restaging it, and we’ve already started this of course, but it’s a much shorter process than creating a show from scratch. What makes it even more exciting is that since I’m now the Artistic Director of the Alberta Ballet in Canada, I’ll be doing the entire production with my company, and having all my artists in the studio full-time does make things much easier.”
Are you planning any significant changes to the original production?
“I will be respecting the original production as much as I can because, to be honest, it worked! The audience loved it, and it was a success. Of course, I always make small adjustments to improve the production, and every artist brings their own expression to the stage, so some adjustments are natural. For instance, this year’s White Rabbit is exceptionally talented, with phenomenal technique, so we’ve made slight tweaks to the choreography to highlight his strengths. But overall, there won’t be any major changes.”
Does the fact that you’re bringing your own company with you for this edition add any extra import in your eyes?
“Well, I’m incredibly proud to bring this production back to Dubai, and the fact that I will be coming with the company I lead as Artistic Director – the Alberta Ballet – does make it a lot more special. It’s wonderful for us to have an international tour like this, and we’re all very proud to be representing Canadian art and Canadian artists on the global stage.”
Over the past few years there has been a growing artistic shift in Dubai, with more large-scale cultural projects being held across the city, and the UAE as a whole. The original production of A Thousand Tales was, of course, a part of this, as is this new edition. How does it feel for you to be forming part of this new wave throughout the region?
“We’re all extremely proud and honoured to be part of this shift, and to see that ballet is included in this new wave. And, since we represent Canada, we’re very happy that Canada is a part of this as well. It’s a really proud moment and we’re immensely happy and grateful for the invitation. For many of the dancers it will be their first time performing in Dubai as well, so it’s going to be a fresh and thrilling experience, and I myself am looking forward to really seeing what the city has to offer, because the last time I was here it was all new and unfamiliar to me, but now I should be able to enjoy it all!”
Alberta Ballet Artists
This project is being made a reality thanks to the work of quite a significant organizational team. How has your collaboration been with them so far?
“Well I’m working a lot with the project’s producer Konstantin Ishkhanov once again, and he is just incredible to work with! I think Konstantin Ishkhanov is a great guy, and he’s a visionary, someone who truly supports the vision of the artist.
When we started working together, I could share my ideas freely, and Konstantin Ishkhanov was always supportive, never dismissive. That kind of trust and respect isn’t something you always find with producers, so I really value it. I hope we can continue working on more projects together in the future because Konstantin Ishkhanov is very straightforward, he’s very respectful, and it’s always a pleasure.”
What are you hoping that audiences will take away from this production?
“I hope audiences can fully enjoy the journey. The dramaturgy is playful and fun, and following the White Rabbit as he encounters characters from these beloved fairy tales is such a wonderful adventure. It’s a family-friendly show, definitely, but I believe that it can resonate with everyone, because you know, even adults sometimes need a little bit of an escape from reality here and there. Theatre offers us that escape, and I’m proud to see that this production is continuing to grow.”
Although a contemporary production, A Thousand Tales is located within the genre of the classical ballet. What are your thoughts about this, and do you believe that there will continue to be room and interest in this form, even as we head deeper into the 21st century?
“Yes, absolutely! Classical ballet will never die, I truly believe this. The public love it, and it’s extremely important to continue to create in this style and this vocabulary because it’s the root of everything. Without classical ballet, we will not have contemporary new creations. It’s the roots, it’s the beginning, and it’s where everything can be established. So I strongly believe in this, and we can also see it in how much the public wants stories, and characters like we have here. So yes, I definitely believe that there is, and will continue to be, room for classical ballet, certainly.”
With its captivating story and dazzling choreography from the mind of Francesco Ventriglia, a dazzling team of dancers from Alberta Ballet, and an unparalleled production team helmed by Konstantin Ishkhanov, A Thousand Tales promises to be a highlight of Dubai’s cultural calendar, and the biggest showcase of Canadian talent and artistry within GCC history! Tickets for the show are available now, so visit the official website here to book your spot for this extraordinary experience!
Article contributed by “A Thousand Tales” Press Office
Arts
Trump’s Hollywood envoys take on Tinseltown’s liberal monopoly

Quick Hit:
President Trump has appointed Jon Voight, Sylvester Stallone, and Mel Gibson as “special envoys” to Hollywood, aiming to restore a “Golden Age” and challenge the industry’s entrenched liberal bias. According to RealClearPolitics’ Ethan Watson, the move highlights the necessity of reclaiming cultural institutions from leftist control.
Key Details:
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Trump’s Truth Social post described the trio as his “eyes and ears” in Hollywood, advising on business and social policy.
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Hollywood’s leftist dominance, as seen in Disney’s political agenda and the cancellation of Gina Carano, has alienated conservatives.
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Watson argues that Trump understands “politics is downstream from culture” and that influencing Hollywood is vital to shaping American values.
Diving Deeper:
President Trump’s latest move to reshape Hollywood has the entertainment industry buzzing. By appointing Jon Voight, Sylvester Stallone, and Mel Gibson as his “special envoys” to Tinseltown, Trump is signaling that conservatives no longer need to cede cultural institutions to the left. As RealClearPolitics’ Ethan Watson writes, “Donald Trump understands something many right-wingers haven’t for a long time: It’s time to take back institutions.”
Trump, who has long criticized Hollywood’s liberal slant, sees the entertainment industry as a battleground for shaping public opinion. “Although studies have shown that many Americans, particularly younger people, are unaware of the biggest news story of the day, nearly all of them consume media produced by Hollywood,” Watson notes. This cultural dominance, Watson argues, has been exploited to push a left-wing agenda, alienating conservative voices.
The case of Gina Carano exemplifies Hollywood’s intolerance toward dissent, Watson writes. The former “Mandalorian” star was fired by Disney in 2021 after posting a historical comparison on social media. “In truth, her cancellation was most likely due to her mocking pronoun virtue signaling and COVID-19 precautions that were essentially an entrance fee into the upper echelons of Hollywood,” Watson states. The politicization of entertainment didn’t stop there—Disney executive Latoya Raveneau openly admitted to inserting a “not-at-all-secret gay agenda” into children’s programming.
Watson pushes back against the idea that conservatives should simply “build their own” Hollywood, arguing that the industry is too integral to American culture to be abandoned. “Casting it aside would be like trying to create an alternative to Mount Rushmore or baseball – it’s irreplaceable,” he writes. Trump’s decision to highlight conservative-friendly stars like Stallone, Voight, and Gibson sends a powerful message: conservatives in Hollywood no longer have to stay silent.
Trump’s envoys are a step toward restoring balance in an industry that has become a one-party echo chamber. “Hollywood, along with social media, has become the ‘town square,’ the medium by which Americans share ideas,” Watson explains. With leftist cancel culture stifling dissent, Trump’s initiative is not just about entertainment—it’s about ensuring freedom of expression in America’s most influential industry.
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