As America circles the drain, I wish to be entertained. Honestly, I’d settle for something which injects enough fear, distaste, or morbid curiosity into my psyche to avoid going about my day with a general sense of resignation and indifference.
I’ve heard that hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, but I grew up with the WWF, Waco, and eventually 9/11. I also have an appreciation for the horrific gravity of our situation, so some nonsense from 90’s trash TV is insufficient for my entertainment. This wouldn’t even have been good enough to make the 2PM slot back in 1997:
Yeah, this would’ve been woefully inadequate for decent episode of The Maury Povich Show where he’d bring on the Goyim to berate them as they’d trade insults with each other over paternity tests, and other various topics that plagued high society.
In those heady days, one could tune into a fine selection of shows such as Baywatch, Walker: Texas Ranger, Renegade, and Hercules: The Legendary Journeys. If you had something to do with your life, you usually weren’t even home when the talk shows were on. Still, they were as hard to escape as CNN is today.
The only decent character from this tiresome legislative fray was the committee chairman from Kentucky, a Mr. Comer, who I’m assuming is just another hapless Republican. To be honest, I can’t even care enough to look up what the committee was doing exactly, but it was arguing about Donald Trump which then went into the sort of verbal combat you’d expect of a deranged Latina, a proud, intelligent black woman, and Marjorie Taylor Greene.
Unlike Jamie Raskin, the who was grinning to his right, Comer had no inclination to foment an undignified spectacle whereas Raskin lit up just like his fellow Jew, Maury Povich, as soon as things popped off. In terms of the proceeding, Comer seemed to be trying to uphold an objective application of the legal process in a manner befitting the deportment of his forebears. This is such a tiresome Republican trope.
Comer’s best two quotes were “A what, now?” with a bewildered expression on his face and while shaking his gray head, “I have no idea what you just said” as these dynamic women traded barbs.
Greene prevailed by admonishing her two opponents to “calm down,” which is going to escalate any irate female. It’s worked for me every time, especially when I was genuinely trying to calm a female down. America’s dignity rots beneath dirt. There’s no victory to be scored over a corpse, so the glory belongs to Greene I suppose.
Women can’t be saved from themselves these days, but entertainment always used to feature men rescuing women from other men. This was something to which everyone could relate, since women feel independent until the second they’re scared or something goes wrong with their car. When you can relate to something, it resonates with you and thus adds to the entertainment value.
Indeed, the notion that women are as adept as men at public life proffers little distraction from the grind we all face in this shithole. We have the most diverse selection ever in Congress and all we got was the above vignette. How could that ever measure up to the righteous deeds of Rep. Preston Brooks? These independent women aren’t actually going to throw down. This is why women in Congress don’t entertain much better than the women in the remake of Ghostbusters.
Back to my point, the way women fit appropriately into entertainment is that there’s a male hero, a male villain, and a beautiful female this hero must save from the villain. For example, when the Undertaker abducted Stephanie McMahon in order to marry her.
It was a romantic gesture, in a medieval sort of way, but Stone Cold Steve Austin swooped in to save Stephanie despite his feud with her father. This is one of the last episodes of American chivalry I can recall. Perhaps she’d have had a better life as Mrs. Undertaker, we’ll never really know. It was pretty damn fun to watch, that’s for sure.
The other fundamental problem is that AOC was traumatized by trauma that never happened on the infamous Jan 6th insurrection. The fun which Undertaker would’ve had with Stephanie is strictly a matter of puerile speculation. In regards to AOC and the MAGA rapists who tried to overthrow our democracy, the matter is equally irrelevant. She remains traumatized, nonetheless.
How in the hell then, does anyone sell these congresswomen as Amazons fighting for what’s right? You can’t be fighting for anything while also traumatized by your fantasy that a man in a MAGA hat wanted to have his way with you. AOC’s proud, intelligent black woman ally claims she went into politics because she was the victim of a hate crime which can’t be substantiated in any way. It’s all so tiresome.
Their ringleader, Mr. Raskin, was also traumatized without his safety ever being threatened. So much so that he had to quiver before his fellow legislators to try and process this trauma. If this was a plot, it would be one of the worst plots ever written.
I’m a really optimistic, humanitarian gentleman but I have to admit I can’t see any upside to America these days. I feel so blasé about the entire spectacle.
I’m proud to officially announce my candidacy for the office of Dogcatcher.
It’s comforting to know that when the time comes the 19th amendment can keep company with the 16th and 17th on their way to annulment.
The Zombie Apocalypse is nearly upon us. But this being America and all, you have to feel sorry for the poor zombies.
Mr. Shackleford: you are, hands-down, my most favorite writer (pundit?) on the ID website/TG channel.
Thank you for your service, and most especially thank you for mercilessly mocking the “Strongk and Empowered Wahmens” (typos intended) in Congress.
What a joke.
Would that we could repeal the 19th.
But we’ll have to get through the kinetic action, first.
“I’m a really optimistic, humanitarian gentleman but I have to admit I can’t see any upside to America these days.”
Isn’t that the sad, but entirely accurate, truth. Great article Tom
Inspired by Mr. Shackleford’s great article:
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