I see that the Usual Suspects are demanding the removal of all those Rebel hero statues in Tennessee. But where it gets funny is that they’re talking about replacing them with “real” Tennessee heroes — or in this case, a heroine: Dolly Parton.
Now, I have to say, the idea has a certain appeal. I mean… Dolly?
The problem, of course, is that dues-paying members of the Insane Clown Posse are also the feminazis, to whom a statue featuring Dolly’s ummm assets would be yet another victory for the Eeevil Drooling Patriarchy or some such bullshit. Which means that Dolly’s “approved” statue would be more likely to look something like this:
…for a twofer, in that the Extremist Muslim Asshole Mob would also be appeased by the covering up of The Whore Parton’s body. Ugh.
I think I’ll just post another pic or three of Dolly, just to make us all feel better.
Yeah, the hell with that old Klansman, Nathan Bedford Forrest; in fact while we’re about it, let’s dynamite that stupid Statue Of Liberty, and put up a Statue Of Dolly, using that last pic as a model. Because if that pose doesn’t say “Welcome!”, nothing does.
Seen at Insty:
I’ve never been a fan of “Cloud”-based entertainment, whether literature or movies, because it’s always seemed too easy for the “Cloud” to remove stuff that you’ve paid for — Kindle books, Amazon movies, etc. — at their own discretion / whim. I don’t care that my well-filled bookcases take up a great deal of space in my apartment, or that they’d be a pain in the ass to move should I decide to live elsewhere; I bought them, they’re my property forever, and nobody can take them from me. Ditto movies. I have a large number of DVDs of the movies I love and can watch over and over again — not too many modern ones, because today’s movies largely suck — and like my bookcases, my DVDs are eternal. (I have a brand-new-in-the-box multi-format DVD player sitting in a closet in case the existing Philips gives up the ghost at some time in the future, and ALL my computers come with DVD players, just to be on the safe side.)
So when one of the great classic movies Gone With the Wind risks being taken offline because it supposedly supports Teh EEEEEVIL Confederacy, I just shrug and move on, because GWTW is very much part of my DVD movie collection. And if it’s discovered that John Wayne or Humphrey Bogart once called someone a spic or nigger, and their works are therefore doomed to be consigned to the 1984 memory hole, my copies of Stagecoach and Casablanca are perfectly safe.
Just to prove that I’m comfortable living with apparent contradiction, though, I will admit to owning a copy of child-rapist Roman Polanski’s Macbeth, because it’s fucking brilliant even though the little dwarf Polack himself is reprehensible. And even though I detest most of Woody Allen’s movies, I still have a copy of Midnight In Paris because it too is a lovely movie, and it’s safe from the baying mob who have declared the mild-mannered director persona non grata because he bonked someone he shouldn’t have, or something (I’m not familiar with the casus belli against Allen, nor am I sufficiently interested in looking it up).
That’s the whole point. The essence of all of this is choice — personal choice, not choice dictated by some foul censorship committee — and by going with the “physical media”, as Insty calls it, one is sheltered from the screaming assholes of political correctness.
And they’ll have to take my well-thumbed copy of Huckleberry Finn from my cold dead hand (the other hand will be clutching an empty 1911).
Everyone, and I mean everyone should watch Nicholas & Alexandra on Amazon Prime tonight. While the movie takes a few historical liberties, it nevertheless provides a chilling, and very timely warning of the consequences of revolution.
Most poignant is towards the end of the movie, where an accurate portrayal is given of the transfer of power from police to party functionaries, who do not need the law to function: just an order from the local soviet.
Short and messy, kinda like this. And now a quick look at some relevant news:
…just remember that it cuts both ways, assholes.
(no link because why waste Readers’ time?)
…hey George: stick to banging yer lawyer wife or making Oceans movies. And speaking of lawyers:
…like anyone cares what this bunch of Commie shysters thinks.
Here’s one news item that doesn’t even need a comment from me, ol’ Tuck says it all:
Tucker Carlson Hauls Off On Asshole Republicans (my headline).
…sounds okay to me, especially on seeing this:
…so, Mr. Law-And-Order President: when, exactly, will the 82nd Airborne be sent in with orders to shoot to kill?
…and I agree. Let’s start by eliminating no-knock raids, asset forfeiture and your fucking armored cars.
And finally, on a much lighter note:
…that’s okay. A lot of women can’t measure up to a good wank, either.
The Layabout Sailor sent this to me, and it’s lovely: a leisurely view of a bygone era, of a slower-moving time, accompanied not by some boring commentary, but the music of the time.
Take forty minutes of your time, pour yourself a drink, and enjoy.
One of my favorite-ever literary passages is in Joseph Heller’s Catch-22, when Yossarian walks into a bedroom to discover that his lunatic navigator Aarfy has just murdered a prostitute by throwing her out the window. While he’s remonstrating with Aarfy, the military police burst into the room — and arrest Yossarian for being AWOL.
Teenage girls who were raped while out for a walk during Russia’s lockdown are threatened with FINES for breaking coronavirus restrictions
I know that this was in Russia, where strange shit happens every day; but I would suggest that the bureaucratic mindset behind this kind of thing is universal.