Thoughtless
Prayers
It occurs to me that the latest White House quisling,
the first being that reeking pile of dung, Dubya, is
the exact opposite of Mr. Meseeks.
One
is blue. One is orange.
One
says "Can do!". The
other can't do shit.
One sees the treasure that's
inside all of us. The other
sees the Treasury.
One can
help your golf game. The other
charges you millions so he
can play golf.
One is skinny. One is obese
and lies about his weight.
One disappears once he's completed his task. One
wants to be dictator for life.
One becomes terribly frustrated and may possibly
die when his objectives cannot be achieved. The other
declares
bankruptcy
and launders money for Russians.
One is a cartoon character and the other... never
mind.
Both will fuck your wife given the chance, though.
---------
Lest you think I'm being too hard on our favorite Bronze
Age mythical being in today's comic, think again. If
you believe thoughts and prayers can
change anything then thoughts and prayers can cause
all manner of violence, too. All you have to do is
pray hard
enough.
---------
I rented a copy of "Black Panther" last night. I can't
go into details about how disappointed I was or I'd
be here all day but let's start with the most migraine-inducing
plot point:
A secret civilization that's
been at peace for many, many years has their
king killed by
an interloper
and
his
first order of business is basically "Kill Whitey".
And then the palace guards
are like "Yeah, okay, sure. We can do that because
we're mindless tools who have no safeguard against
this kind of insanity."
Again, a country which has existed free of white
imperialism and world war is all-too-happy to start
slaughtering other countries using their zippy fantastic
whiz-bang vibranium technology, plus armored rhinoceroses,
just because the previous king lost a wrestling match. (You
see, these are primitive black folk, and they don't
understand parliamentary procedures so they have to
resort to wrasslin' matches to establish the line of
succession. Fuck me.)
Otherwise, novelty car chases, bad CGI rhinos, high-speed
mag-lev trains in a region about the size of downtown
Cleveland, good acting in that ridiculously reserved
"ST:TNG" manner, token white people, stunning
technological achievements cheek-by-jowl with women
attending cook-fires...
just another
movie for 13-year-old written by 12-year-olds.
Yeah, I know it's a comic-book movie but considering
all the dough it raked in I expected SO much better.
One last thing.... it's great that there's a black
super-hero (I just wish he was more "super", you know?
He's basically a strong guy in a carbon-fiber suit
of armor.) but what I really need to ask is: Where
are all the Chinese super heroes? And Indian? We're
talking
over two billion people here, six times the population
of America, which means there should be six Justice
Leagues
or six Avengers. Six Supermen, a half-dozen Spideys, and
the Fantastic Twelve. Just sayin'.
=Lefty=
|
