The Lord of the Flies would like us all to eat like flies.
Very little time can go by without leftids and “Science” trying to talk us into eating bugs. Here’s a Save The Planet mob from Scandinavia who say humans ought to eat feces, too. $45,000 prize to anyone who’s ever seen them following their own advice. (“I’ll have the **** platter, please.” “You want flies with that?”)
I suppose we should be thankful that they haven’t thought of making it a Mandate yet. All you little peasants, attention! By order of the governor, you are to eat insects, garbage, and poop! Violators will be shot!
I know this isn’t so for everybody; but for some of us, there’s nothing quite so bracing as a good, clean scare–just the thing horror movies were invented to provide. My wife and I both find a good scary movie very relaxing. Sure, it creeps you out for a time: but then it stops! Don’t you wish real-life problems would just stop, roll the credits, and trouble us no more?
Take a classic horror movie like The Uninvited. No cussing, no nudity, no writhing around in the bed–and no blood ‘n’ guts spattered all over the screen. And all the deaths and tragedies involved are in the past (hence the ghosts). It’s in black-and-white, and none of the characters gets killed. It’d be hard to create something less like today’s horror movies; but The Uninvited packs plenty of good, stiff scares. And having Ray Milland, Cornelia Otis Skinner, and Alan Napier in the cast doesn’t hurt, either.
Sometimes we’d like to see a movie that we haven’t seen before. We read the descriptions and rule out the slasher movies. But we still get stung. The last one we saw was supposed to be an H.P. Lovecraft thing, based on one of our favorite Lovecraft stories, The Shadow Over Innsmouth. Back in the 20s and 30s, HPL wasn’t even allowed to write gross-out horror. So his tales rely on true creepiness and weird takes on reality. And never mind! This movie soon degenerated into nudity, physical cruelty, and violence that was so far over the top, it was almost funny. The key word is “almost.”
In the last couple modern horror movies we’ve seen, the story always seems to wind up, “And then everybody got killed in assorted nasty ways!” It’s like the writers walked out halfway through the picture and the director’s 12 and 13-year-old kids had to write the rest of it.
Is this telling us something about our culture, that can’t even crank out a proper ghost story anymore?
Yeah! Who needs a seance, when you can recreate somebody as the sum total of his lifetime’s worth of comments on the social media? You are what you tweet.
One thing’s for sure: if you bored people while you were alive, this way, you’ll bore them but good after you’re dead.
Has anybody checked to see whether Joe Biden can fog a mirror?
The question is, just how bad can “journalism” get? I’ve been a reporter and an editor–back when it was a hard job, hard work, and we took pride in doing it right. Now it’s just cheerleading for assorted Far Left Crazy projects, from establishing transgenderism to putting doddering Joe Biden in the White House. If it’s bad for America, the noozies are all for it.
It’s embarrassing to see what my former profession has done to itself.
Every now and then my old liquidator’s instincts come to the fore–hey, somebody has to get rid of all that unwanted product–and I spot a deal that’s sure to pay off.
And here’s one that can’t miss! Are you ready for… Jeffrey Toobin workout tapes?
It takes a lot of energy to pontificate to America on TV–so easy just to turn into Jabba the Hutt, to say nothing of your social life going downhill because you’re stuck at the studio. So you need a little physical pick-me-up whenever the camera turns the other way.
It’s not exactly Pumping Iron … but it is our ruling class demonstrating once again why they deserve to decide what kind of country we’ll have, and we don’t.
These are the jidrools who place themselves on pedestals and look down on us peasants. They own us. they own our Deep State, our Not-so-deep State, our media, our schools and colleges and universities, and our business corporations. They speak, and we’re supposed to listen.
Is there any one of them who’s not a pervert?
This is our ruling class–heck, the whole world’s ruling class–and it’s garbage. Muck. They have cut themselves off from God and want to cut us off, too.
In between bouts of telling us what to do and what to believe, they do phone sex and masturbate. Jeffrey Toobin. We’re supposed to listen to him. He’s a sage, he’s a decider. He’s also a wanker, but never mind. Can’t keep his mind on his work, can he? But with such a superior mind, who are we, little nobodies, to point our fingers at him? We don’t get to go on TV and tell the country what to do. He does.
Look, if you want some jack-off artist to tell you what to think, go for it. You wonder why our country’s in the shape it’s in? Look who’s running it. Self-anointed liberal big shots. Slime of the earth.
And curiously enough, they all seem to work for the Democrat Party…
Does this mean that Peter Pan Peanut Butter is racist, too?
Remember those self-criticism, self-denunciation sessions the Chicoms used to have, during The Great Cultural Revolution? Well, the Disney Corp. has caught up to them.
Peter Pan goes one step further: cultural appropriation.
The corporation is also apologizing for not having more “LGBTQ+ content” in classic movies intended for an audience of children.
If Walt Disney were alive today, each and every one of these self-censoring Far Left nitwits would be unemployed.
You can’t avoid an accusation of being a racist by saying nothing about a Cherished Minority–’cause then you’d be racistly ignoring them. No, no–you have to praise them. As extravagantly as possible. And anyone who thinks he can make any kind of movie without slipping into some kind of racism trap or other is just kidding himself. Because everything is racist!
It’s not just Americans who panic at the drop of a hat. Back in 2017, British commuters forced open the doors of their train and leapt out onto the electrified tracks to escape from a man…(wait for it!)… who was reading the Bible.
Yes, dozens of people went completely wacko over somebody reading the Bible. He even stopped when they asked him to, but that didn’t stop panicked commuters from saying that he had a bomb–which he didn’t.
I think this is because the only people you’re allowed to be afraid of anymore are Christians. It’s the only group that hasn’t been awarded special protections by a utopian government.
Why is it that the harder we try to create utopia, the uglier a mess we make?
So my wife picks up the phone this morning and hears a solemn, dreary female voice intone, “This call is from Social Security Administration–” Here Patty hung up.
Note the absence of the “the.” Not the Social Security Administration. Like, maybe there’s more than one?
I wonder what the pitch would have been. Were they angling for confidential information–so helpful in any enterprise involving identity theft–or would they try to sell us something? Maybe sign us up for a time share at Chernobyl.
We probably get half a dozen of these calls a day, and sometimes more. Law enforcement seems unable to stem the tide. The telephone has become a burglary tool–or are they just into pure harassment?
