I can hardly believe this “abolish the sexes!” schiff has been going on for three years, or even more. And I won’t even try to imagine what the mental patients who run Colorado State University are up to now. This was bad enough.
School boards acting like German officers occupying France. Critical Race Theory. College. Transgender jihad. Superman’s son is a homosexual. Citizens of the world. And oh, God, transhumanism: leftist bigwigs to live forever.
Believe it or not, it’s not really all that much fun to write about this stuff. Well, I mean, given that these are all symptoms of a culture in the grip of a potentially fatal disease–and only just a few of many symptoms, at that–kind of takes the zest out of the enterprise. Like, how in the world is anybody gonna satirize this schiff?
It can get you down.
“Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?” (Psalm 2:1) “Vain” is putting it mildly. And so much of it is nothing more than babble! Pure meaningless drivel. “Our commitment to diversity–” how can you even say that without your tongue going on strike?
(And the useful idiots come swarming out of college like the zombies in Carnival of Souls, brandishing their degrees in Gender Studies, gibbering so mindlessly, they can’t even understand themselves… You really do wonder why Democrats ever have to cheat to win.)
“I’m tired of this shit,” the artist said, “tired of them ruining these characters.” Actually he said quite a bit more, but not in words I can print here.
First they turned Superman’s son into a sodomite. For the artist, the last straw was them changing Superman’s “truth, justice, and the American way” motto to “truth, justice, and a better tomorrow.” Now he sounds like a General Electric commercial. I thought Mr. Magoo had that franchise. But hey, we’re all Citizens Of The World nowadays! America is just so old!
In their campaign to turn America into a socialist hell-hole, leftids leave no stone unturned. No way they were gonna forget to corrupt the comic books!
Oh! And children’s books, too. Let me quote this “message” printed on a box of Kellogg’s Corn Pops (not to be confused with the ferocious gang leader once intimidated by Joe Biden, somewhere out there in the Metaverse):
“We’re excited to offer a wide variety of books, including many that reflect our commitment to diversity and a thriving, healthy planet.”
Revolting. Sickening. I don’t think I’ll buy this cereal anymore.
Check out this ad for John Lewis Home Insurance: they call it “Let life happen.”
Life? This is… life? A ten-year-old boy in drag, with lipstick, running around wrecking the house. This child’s future surely includes a maximum-security psychiatric hospital. If someone doesn’t euthanize him first.
I can’t imagine what they’re selling here. “Don’t worry, you’re covered for all the damage the kid did”? But I don’t think you can buy an insurance policy that lets you off the hook for demonic possession.
Somebody, somewhere, who was paid for his advice, told the insurance company that this ad would help them sell their product.
We’re gonna need a bigger asylum.
P.S.–Their earlier ads were nothing like this. Nothing like it at all.
Now they don’t want us watching vintage TV westerns. Like Bonanza.
If you want to watch Bonanza on TVLand, first you get a bright blue screen with a warning on it:
This program contains outdated cultural depictions. Viewer discretion advised.
What? “Outdated cultural depictions”? You don’t say! Y’know, I thought there was somethin’ fishy about that show! Like, nobody had cars or cell phones. And I didn’t see one transgendered person!
Whose ridiculous idea was this? Like, maybe we might want some outdated cultural depictions, just to get out of the cultural septic tank we’re living in today. For just an hour we can pretend we’re somewhere else–a world where we aren’t perpetually nagged by imbeciles.
They don’t post warnings for shows whose contemporary cultural depictions include perversion, cruelty, and enough trash to turn the Grand Canyon into a landfill. They don’t advise viewer discretion for that.
The wokies want to reach into your living room and tell you what you can watch on TV. If they had their way, there’d be no freedom, ever, anywhere. No escape into the past. No acknowledgment that there ever even was a past. Nothing but the deadly, dreary, soul-annihilating mental landscape of their own Far Left spiritual abyss.
I pray I’ll be able to laugh at this someday, as some temporary buffoonery that has passed away forever.
How do you even satirize this junk? Even our comic books have gone completely feh. Are we that committed to teaching young people to be homosexuals? Why in the world would we even think of doing that?
Well, maybe this snazzy new marketing ploy will go straight down the drain–one can always hope. Marvel Comics turned The Mighty Thor into a woman with unwieldy big bazongas. How did that turn out? I never read comic books, so I don’t know and I’m not exactly on fire to explore the question.
How far does culture rot have to go before we don’t have a culture?
None of those things they recommend as being good for us is good for us. Leftism is a religion that worships death. Abortion, assisted suicide, homosexuality, transgenderism–what? You mean they’re not the tourist traps along the devil’s freeway?
By doing this, the prof violated stupid students’ “safe space.” Sheesh. Didn’t he know that only Democrat politicians are allowed to cavort around in blackface? Ask the governor of Virginia and his minstrel show cronies.
I mean, like, the whole point of the play is that Othello is a black man in a white men’s world, and very, very sensitive about it, etc. So white actors have traditionally played Othello in blackface.
But not to worry! I have found a simple dramatic production fully compatible with the intellects of University of Michigan students. And here it is.
No one at the show wore face masks, because King COVID knows better than to molest his most loyal fans. Hunter was there in person, although he always says he doesn’t know who buys his paintings. Honk if you believe him.
This is so hopelessly corrupt, it’s almost funny. The son of a sitting president, best known for being a degenerate crack-head who’s gotten rich by a long series of shady deals with shady people, can peddle off his daubs at five and six-figure prices–and the buyers will never ask The Big Guy for any favors in return. Don’t honk if you believe that. I do not want to think anyone believes that.