Followup Rant

Kruiser went a little nuts yesterday, talking about evil Democrats:

The most prominent people in the Democratic Party in 2026 are filth. They are all mentally unstable pathological liars who don’t deserve things like the benefit of the doubt in any situation, bipartisan overtures, or the presumption that they’re not inherently evil.

Now when I say “nuts”, I mean nuts — for him.  (For me, that’s just a mild-mannered dissertation.)

He then backs off a little by saying NADALT:

I would like to make it clear that I don’t believe that all Democrats are this way. The party has unfortunately been hijacked by a bunch of loudmouth coastal lunatics who, in my less-than-humble opinion, have irreparably damaged the brand and political relations in this country. That’s right, I don’t think that there is an antidote to the poison that they’ve injected into the American political conversation and I think that anyone who does is hopelessly naive.

The relatively normal Democrats who live in flyover country need to find a way to assert themselves — ballot box, anyone? — and make it clear that paste-eating morons like Hakeem Jefferies and Chuck Schumer are not at all representative of them. They are running out of time to make this case. It won’t cure the aforementioned poison if they do, but it might mitigate its effects. That really is the best that I can hope for, anyway.

I’m heartily sick of hearing that there are “moderate” Democrats.  There aren’t.  “Moderate Democrats” (in historical terms) are now moderate Republicans, which is why Flyover Country is massively Republican.  Those moderate Democrats looked at what their party had become and said, “Uh…no.”  Now they either vote Republican or sit out the elections.

If they don’t, and pull the straight-D lever on Election Day, then they’re no better than the loony Lefties, because by pulling that lever, they’re enabling the actual filth to continue being filthy.

My suggestion for the filthy:

Yeah, it’s a euphemism.  After all, that’s what they’d do to us, given the opportunity.

Remember Cambodia?

Those weren’t conservative Cambodians pulling the triggers.

Dabney, John & Lucy

I have to admit that I am drawn to actors and actresses who have a problem finding starring work because studio bosses (and for that matter writers, producers and even directors) can’t figure out quite what to do with them.  The reason for this is that they seem to be able to play only dark characters — which is also the reason I rather enjoy their work.

The above statement is probably a little obscure, so let me explain it by focusing on three of these people who to my mind exemplify the problem.  All are brilliant actors, all have the ability to take over any scene (at the expense of whoever is playing the scene with them), and they all do it without really wanting to, I think.  Here’s the first.

Dabney Coleman played so many roles in his long career that you’d think that he had no problem getting work.  And he didn’t, provided that it wasn’t as the star of his own show, or the leading man in a movie.  His dark, sardonic nature and biting, sarcastic manner of speaking always had me howling with laughter.  A simple example was when he played a TV spokesman for 7-11, back in the 1980s.  I still remember one commercial where he was “interviewing” some moron, who was spouting all sorts of twaddle, and when the speech ended, Dabney (with his typical comedic timing) waited for just one second, and said, “I bet your mother is very proud of you.”  He also played a brilliant bad guy, whether the Agency boss in The Man With One Red Shoe, the Hugh Hefner-type smut tycoon in Dragnet, or the evil boss in 9 To 5.  Yet his own TV shows (Slap Maxwell and Buffalo Bill) weren’t hits — which was criminal, because they were both beyond-words brilliant — because I think that to the average viewer, Dabney was unlikable — even though on real life, he was apparently anything but.  Every single person who ever worked with him had nothing but good things to say about Dabney Coleman.

The same is more or less true for John Larroquette, who, if you look at his screen credits,  has been truly successful.  Like Dabney Coleman, though, John has always been something of a dark character, even when playing straight comedy (e.g. Night Court).  I think I first saw him as Kim Basinger’s psychotic ex-boyfriend in Blind Date (which still ranks as one of the best comedies ever filmed, mostly because of Larroquette’s brilliant, insane performance);  and ever since then, I’ve loved watching him do his stuff.  Yet his best performance was not comedic.  That came when he played a recovering alcoholic running the night shift in a city bus station in The John Larroquette Show.  This was a classic example where a good actor is let down by bad writing.  The show ran for over eighty episodes, and while his costar Liz Torres scooped up award after award, Larroquette himself was only ever nominated a couple of times:  proof, if any was needed, that his unquestioned talent wasn’t apparent to most people.

Finally, we come to Lucy Punch, the aptly-named Brit actress who leaves me openmouthed with astonishment whenever I see her perform.  I first saw her in the wonderful Doc Martin TV show, playing the very eccentric — and rather sinister — receptionist for the hemophobic Cornish doctor.  She only lasted a few episodes before being replaced by the equally- eccentric, but definitely not sinister Kathleen Parkinson, and I think that may be why she was replaced:  Lucy always looked on the verge of murdering someone with an axe, and that’s not really the kind of character you want in a soft, cuddly sitcom.

Then I saw her playing that psychotic character in Dinner For Schmucks… and the vision of Lucy attacking Paul Rudd’s Porsche 911 with an axe remains with me to this day.  (The similarities between John Larroquette playing an obsessive psychotic ex-partner, and Lucy more or less reprising that role have not escaped me, either.  The difference, though, was that Larroquette was funny, whereas Lucy was pure evil.)  She’s since appeared in the Brit TV show Motherland, and she was so good that her character was spun off into her own show Amandaland.  I haven’t seen either show yet because they’re not being streamed on Netflix or Amazon Prime, but I guess I’ll just have to be patient.  (Oh, and just the thought of Joanna Lumley playing Amanda’s mother in the latter show… have mercy.)

Anyway, I guess that loving these wonderful, but rather twisted actors says something about me, but I couldn’t be bothered with thinking about that.

Let’s Be The First

…to make an actual joke about the White House Correspondents dinner thing.  From, of all people, New Wife:

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the guy wasn’t after the President at all, but just wanted to shoot the journalist who was having an affair with his wife?”

Quote Of The Day

From Insty, responding to this report:

“And if you do move to the States, whatever you do, do not move to Tennessee. Guns everywhere, drunken rednecks in pickup trucks, rattlesnakes, murder hornets — be smart and stay far away.” 

Ditto Texas.  We’re moar gunny, moar drunken, moar pickups, moar rattlesnakey, dunno about murder hornets but we got fire ants.  Go to New York or California, which have none of the above.  Tell them that both Insty and I sent you.