Entertainment Colossus Goes Belly-Up

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Dumpsterfire Inc., the multinational entertainment giant, has filed for bankruptcy.

We can’t help thinking the decline and fall was due to some really bad decisions as to which new products ought to be pushed. Among the biggest money-losers were these.

Whispering Wally, a TV series about a big-city police detective afflicted with a terrible stammer which he conceals by whispering. The fact that the dialogue was virtually inaudible doomed the show to failure.

Lesbian Cookies. Don’t even ask, because you don’t really want to know.

The Cockroach Kids, a computer-generated animated feature film, with aspirations to morph into a series of children’s picture books, was unable to deliver on its much-ballyhooed promise of “multiculturalism for tots.” One movie reviewer confessed that he had to run out to the lobby every time the Cockroach Kids chowed down on spoiled cat food.

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Morality was a reality TV show aimed at “out-Springering Jerry Springer” in celebrating genuinely depraved people–many of whom were arrested on their way out of the studio.

Spot the Racist! Intended as a role-playing game for use in middle school classrooms, it never seemed to do anything but start fights and then lawsuits.

Milo Musch, CEO of Dumpsterfire, is still perplexed by his company’s nosedive.

“All the cultural trends were with us–we couldn’t miss!” he laments. “I guess it just goes to show you that there are still too many normal people running around loose. And I expect we’ll go down in history as being at least five years ahead of our time.”

GQ: Bible ‘Overrated’

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Does it get more trivial than this?

I’m hard-put to think of many things more inconsequential, trivial, or sophomoric than Gentlemen’s Quarterly magazine. Still, they made a stir a few days ago by including the Bible in a list of “21 books you don’t have to read,” calling God’s word “foolish” and “ill-intentioned” (https://www.gq.com/story/21-books-you-dont-have-to-read).

I have to admit I agree with their assessment of some of the books on their list as a waste of time. That’s why I avoid stuff like Catcher in the Rye. But where it really gets interesting is when they tell you why certain books are bad and tell you what you ought to read instead.

The article is by “the editors of GQ,” taking shelter in the kind of anonymity found among a shoal of herrings.

Yes, the 21 bad books are bad because they are–sure you don’t want to take a guess, before I tell you? Go ahead, think about it, I’ll wait.

Right! The books are… Racist! Excessively masculine! Not enough Women of Color in them! “The editors” prefer books in which the male characters act like girls with beards, or, even better, in which there are no male characters at all. They don’t, for instance, want you reading Robert Graves’ first-person memoir, Goodbye to All That, about the nightmare of service on the front lines during World War I. See, here and there, Graves made a “Racist” comment–so it’s goodbye to his book.

They don’t think you should read Lord of the Rings, but skip telling you why.

And they don’t want you reading the Bible at all. Want to protect you from Jesus, don’t you know.

As fantastic as it may seem, the age we live in now is full of supposedly smart people who reject forgiveness of sins and eternal life.

It embarrasses me to be living in it.

Another Abomination, from Another Liberal

Some readers think I’m too hard on leftids. See what you think, after you read this. As townhall.com columnist Matt Vespa asks, “Who thinks like this?” (https://townhall.com/tipsheet/mattvespa/2018/04/12/liberal-writer-donations-to-hockey-team-crash-victims-are-high-because-of-white-n2470230)

On April 4 in Saskatchewan, Canada, a Junior Hockey League bus crashed into a truck and 16 people were killed. Someone set up a GoFundMe page to aid the victims’ families, and raised $4 million in two days.

This seems to have offended one Nora Loreto, a self-described “activist” and “happy socialist.” Here is her quote, verbatim.

“I’m trying not to get cynical about what is a totally devastating tragedy but the maleness, the youthfulness and the whiteness of the victims are, of course, playing a significant role.” It doesn’t appear she’s trying very hard, does it?

In other words, people only contributed to this fund because the victims were young white males and no one but our happy socialist would have cared if it was a junior hockey team consisting of, oh, undocumented migrants or some other Cherished Minority. ‘Cause everybody who’s not her is a racist.

Uh, who’s the racist here? Who’s race-obsessed? Who’s heartless, asinine, and can’t relate to other human beings unless they cohabit with her in the padded cell of her leftid mind?

And these people want to rule us.

U. of Cal: Saying You’re Not a Racist Means You’re a Racist

(Thanks to Linda for the news tip)

I keep forgetting, so tell me again: you send your sons and daughters to these looniversities because__________ (fill in the blank).

According to a “Guide” published by the University of California, saying you’re not a racist is a sure sign that you are a racist (http://www.shtfplan.com/headline-news/university-of-california-guide-saying-im-not-racist-is-racist_03142018).

It’s one of those “microaggressions,” you see, that instantly tips people off that you’re a no-good Racist even if it’s “unintentional” on your part. Whatever you say, whatever you do, proves that you’re a Racist. So is whatever you don’t say, whatever you don’t do.

It’s also a microaggression, according to this great institution of higher education, if you’re “using the term ‘politically correct’ as a pejorative…” Oh, how base! Oh, how despicable! Actually to use the term “politically correct” as a pejorative–it makes you want to sit down and cry!

The only rational response to this bilge–other than saving your money and just not going to these stupid colleges at all–is not to care. Just don’t care. Feel free to answer with a lustily-blown raspberry.

 

i Dont get This book!!

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In our Sexism and Opresion class “this Morning” we lernt abote this hear “book” it is caled The Grate Ghatsby and “it is” all full-up Whith hetronomratiffity and Wite Prifflidge and triger “Words” only It “was” Harrd for me “To” pay atension becose My Moth Antenners thay was itchin somthing feerce!!

Anyhow this guy Ghatsby he was a hindoo or somthing “and” he got reel Ritch selling Boots and things and he “had” this hear grate Big Huose on some Iland i think “it” was Sissaly or some “place” Like that and he was “in” Luv whith this hear Wimmim her “name” it was Dazy and she was like all reddy “maried” to some ritch ghye but Ghatsby he got to has Dazy only she run Over some Ohther guye or maybe it Was some ohther guys Whife,, i dont know i “Had” reely bad itchy then..mayby I misssed somthing! and then Ghatsby he got shott!!!

Now thiss Sexist Racist storey it Is importted becose “it” re-deuces all Wimmins to being Hand-mades thay is got to has Babys for christins and nevver is aloud to get a bortion! Oo that makes me Mad!! and that “is” whye this hear Book it got to be Band!!! so no boddy thay is aloud “to” reed it no moar!! so affter she lernt it to us and she toled us All “abote it” the prefesser she throwed the Book “on The” flore and jumpped Up and Downe on it wile wee alll Chantered Hillery, Hillery, Hillery!!!

And now i gess yiu can see howe Us Intrerllecturels we get “so” Smart “at” Collidge!!

My Newswithviews Column, March 15 (‘National Geographic’s Orgy of Guilt’)

Yes, I know I already covered this topic here a few days ago. But I thought it would be a good idea to expand on it. Besides, NWV would rather I didn’t submit cat videos.

So here again we present a bunch of leftids wallowing in Racism and whatnot so that they can brag about what sterling characters they are today, blah-blah…

https://newswithviews.com/national-geographics-orgy-of-guilt/

This crapola is the end product of our public education system.

National Geographic’s Orgy of Guilt

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I dunno, it looks pretty exotic to me…

Sometimes you could just beat your head against the wall…

Nothing gets a leftid’s rocks off like loudly, publicly confessing all kinds of guilt and singing a freakin’ opera over it. In this way liberalism parodies some of the more exotic forms of religion. Or maybe a group therapy session that’s gotten out of hand.

The latest entry in the self-flagellation derby is National Geographic, a famous magazine first published in 1888, whose editor now confesses, “For decades, our coverage was racist” (http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/national-geographic-acknowledges-past-racist-coverage-53696173). She discovered this traumatic fact after an “investigation” (oh, please) by a collidge prefesser. Now she can’t say enough about her magazine’s guilt.

In fact, next month they’re going to public a Full Apology for Our Dastardly Racism issue.

Laments the editor, “People of color were not often surrounded [in our depiction of them] by technologies of automobiles, airplanes or trains or factories.” It couldn’t possibly be, could it, that very few people in the Congo or central New Guinea in, say, the early 1950s, actually had a lot of cars, planes, or trains? But sez the University of Virginia prefesser who done the *Investigation*, all them racists at NG portrayed the inhabitants of such places as “exotics, famously and frequently unclothed, happy hunter, noble savages–every type of cliche.” Boo. Hiss.

Dude, it’s “corporate headhunters” who wear the three-piece suits. Not the real headhunters.

A question springs to mind: does anyone in any of those faraway places care what National Geographic said about them in 1925?

Of course not. This is all about self-righteous liberals proclaiming how good they are now by carrying on and on about how bad they used to be. It’s all about them. Always. And again we’ve got the Diversity crowd trying to pretend there’s no such thing, blah-blah.

Growing up, it was fun to page through National Geographic and see photos of all sorts of exotic places. It gave me the idea that the world was a wide and wonderful place, full of infinite variety.

Maybe they’ll apologize for that, too. Liberal windbags.

‘Tanystropheus’ Nickname is Racist

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Activists are demanding that Hormad High School drop its ‘Tanystropheus’ mascot because, they say, it’s racist.

An extinct reptile with a startlingly long neck, the Tanystropheus has been the nickname of Hormad High’s sports teams for some 600 years. The students’ favorite cheer is “Tanystropheuses, go, go, go!” But that has to change, says the Southern Poverty Law Center.

“The image of this disgusting creature is offensive to our nation’s ethnic minorities,” said Fernando Gesundheit, a spokesbeing for the Hormad City chapter of Antifa. “It is also a slap in the face to Settled Science. Drop it, Hormads, or you’ll be sorry!”

The students are unhappy about this. “Do they have any idea,” asked Rodney Podney, captain of the Hormad High curling team, “how much it cost us to get those Tanystropheus outfits for our cheerleaders? I mean, the necks kept dragging on the ground! It took us a full 200 bake sales to raise enough money to get that fixed.”

Why is the image of a Tanystropheus racist?

“Because we say it is!” explains the SPLC Office of Browbeating America.

No one has yet suggested an alternative mascot for the school.

 

 

Libs Love Racial Conflict

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(Note: The link to the New York Times piece is embedded in the InfoWars article. I was not able to transport it to this post.)

I was already tired of the hype for the new freakin’ comic book superhero movie, The Black Panther. And then along comes The New York Times to “investigate” whether white children should be allowed–allowed?–to wear a Black Panther mask (https://www.infowars.com/nyt-investigates-if-white-children-can-wear-black-panther-mask/).

I haven’t seen the movie. I don’t intend to, because I outgrew comic books a long time ago. I will say the stars’ hearts seem to be in the right place, which is refreshing: they say they’re happy that white kids see them as heroes and want to pretend to be them. I think that’s just how it ought to be.

But then I’m not a New York Times-style white liberal trying to foment racial discord because that’s what makes a perverted leftid moron feel righteous.

The NYT article is headed by a tear-jerking cartoon of some poor sad little black boy whose mother can’t buy him a Black Panther costume because some mean little white boy got the last one on the shelves. This is supposed to make us emit steam from our ears, contemplating the injustice of it all.

White kids shouldn’t play Black Panther, says the Times, ’cause it might be an “unwitting form of cultural appropriation.” More steam. Hey, how about we white folks get all huffy about cultural appropriation when folks who are not white use, say, electric lighting? But we don’t do that because it would be ridiculous.

The NYT also ponders “how Black Panther’s blackness should figure into their children’s relationship to the character.” White liberals are obsessed with race. It’s not healthy. They ought to have themselves seen to: sounds like they might have something wrong between the ears.

We could probably achieve racial harmony, through cultural homogenization, if only liberals would let us alone and let us do it.

But racial harmony is the very last thing they want to see.

The Super Bowl… vs. America’s Self-Respect

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Let’s see… They insult us all year long by kneeling instead of standing for the National Anthem, they call us a crummy no-good racist country… And we’re gonna watch their Big Fat Game? Really?

Do we really have so little self-respect as that? How badly, how desperately, do we need to see another stupid football game? Is there anything they can say to us, any way they can show us yet more clearly what they think of us, that might drive away their audience?

We really do ask for it, don’t we?

Projected viewership of Super Bowel (intentional typo) 52 is down 16% from last year.

That’s not enough to drive home the lesson. Nowhere near enough.

Can it be that we just don’t care enough to pass up a football game? There’s nothing else that we can do tomorrow?

Shame on us.