Here’s the highly useful (and fun to browse) website this gorgeous photo came from: pixabay.com.
Even with everyday pricing wa-a-ay below “Teespring-Suggested-Price,” I still make a few bucks. And until a design gets censored, it beats stencil-printing them myself…no waiting on blank-shirts or USPS hassles!
Thought-provoking, moving, surprising
5-Star. I highly recommend seeing Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix, if for nothing more than to support the screenwriters, actors, and others who brought it to market despite the relentless vitriol hurled against them.
Interesting isn’t it, how the acceptability of Anti-White+Anti-Male rhetoric these last two-plus years has created a perfect storm to psychologically batter Joker, a film whose genesis began back in 2016.
“Violence and gore” of Joker is minor…
Comparatively speaking. If you have watched and survived any of these films from my favorite genre ((Vengeance) which I also highly recommend) you will be fine with Joker:
- Thomas Jane’s 2004 Punisher (rated R);
- Charles Bronson’s 1974 and Bruce Willis’ 2018 Death-Wish, both (R);
- Denzel Washington’s 2014 Equalizer (R);
- Jodie Foster’s 2007 female Death-Wish, The Brave One (R); and lastly,
- Keanu Reeve’s 2014 John Wick (R).
So, turns out the MSM lied (#LOL)
As the credits barely began rolling, I realized that the gas-lighting MSM’s #GreatWhiteFear of Joker was pure illusion. It was just another manufactured Anti-White+Anti-Male con job dredged up from the most putrid part of their tiny twisted minds.
From an amateur psychologist’s perspective, their entire hate-plus-fear Joker campaign was probably all Projection. Might these jackbooted Saville Row suited self-appointed thought police fear that another month, day, moment even, of Trump-Derangement-Syndrome fever will push them into going-Joker? Not on someone across the street, but right there at work, just down the hall, or perhaps across into the next cubicle?
Basically it’s all thanks to those plain-clothes-opinion-cops. They got me out to the theater on Saturday, the 6th, to see the film. Because seriously, I only started paying attention to it when it seemed to be causing the MSM to lose the very last of its collective mind. They seemed to beg readers and listeners to STAY HOME…AVERT YOUR EYES…or else…so of course I did the opposite. (If this was a psyop meant to get Hollywood some extra bucks, color me duped.)
Meanwhile, 7 Shot Dead in Chiraq (MSM: “Yawn.”)
I’m actually convinced a few of these “tastemakers” are secretly disappointed some stoic young White man, sitting uncomfortably astride his AR (Armalite Rifle not “assault”) with a gazillion-round “clip” attached, didn’t actually go all Joker on the crowd. I mean, think of the lost 24/7 ratings’ boost another “gun violence” tragedy would create.
Instead, for the week of September 29th-October 5th seven folks were shot and killed in Chiraq, probably not by young White men.
What impressed me
1) The SCRIPT writing from start to finish was tight.
2) The STORY PROGRESSION was in a straight time-line for the most part (making it double-plus-good IMO).
3) The TWISTS were masterful and you’ll chastise yourself later, “I shoulda seen them comin’!”
4) The Characterizations, especially of Thomas Wayne, were succinct and convincing. No cheaply inserted Voice-Over backstories needed.
5) The FINAL SCENE plays like a minimalistic silent-film. Think 2001: A Space Odyssey, wherein Dave is crazy and confined in an orbiting asylum.
What depressed me
1) The Setting. I had no idea the film was set back (nearly) 40 years. The murky yellow-brown cast to everything and the late 1970’s cars gave its era away pretty much immediately. The only thing missing was a dusty mirrored disco-ball abandoned in the alleyway.
2) The two nearly identical BEAT-DOWNS of the main character (one by Brown teenage street-thugs, the other by White 20s-30s middle-class Wall Street professionals), all the while knowing no Hero would be coming to save a nobody like him.
3) The HUMILIATION of the main character: prior to his “diverse” gang-beatings and then by an old White man (TDS sufferer Robert De Niro’s character) widely broadcast before and then again during his TV talk-show appearance.
4) ANTICIPATING the FAILURE of the main character if he ever did try a live comedy performance, followed by the excruciating moments when he actually got onstage. And (shocker!) failed horrendously.
5) Seeing the beating-bruises combined with Phoenix’s painfully gaunt and downright deformed body. (What is going on with his shoulders?)
What I hated
1) Realizing my own lack of empathy/understanding for someone who survived a childhood filled with torture, both physical and mental.
2) How quickly I condemned Fleck for his crimes without acknowledging that he had a “breaking point.” This lead me to become…
Judge, Jury, Executioner
By the start of the credits I had dropped my gavel and pronounced a swift Death Sentence on Arthur Fleck. After all, a mere moment’s reflection convinced me – as a viewer – that anyone as clever and deadly as Fleck could not, should not be imprisoned for Life. He’d likely kill all or at least some of his caretakers. Oh, and beyond those dangers, consider the cost to we the taxpayers!!!
Then I reflected some more
I realized those in danger of Joker’s murderous rage were not random innocents. It’s almost like they should have known they were on his “list.”
So who did Arthur Fleck kill if it wasn’t random school kids cowering in their apartments as the Joker sprayed bullets at his gang-rivals in the street, or if it wasn’t lone shuffling bent-over senior citizens blindly bumping into Arthur here and there on the streets of Gotham?
Joker was “only” a danger to…
1) Those who abused him, or
2) Those who were clearly uninterested in or dismissed his abuse with minimal further thought (“professional listener” in hospital
, Thomas-helper-of-the-people-Wayne), or
3) Those who lied to him (his mother), or
4) Those who lied about him brazenly, making him a criminal solely by virtue of those lies (his co-worker), or
5) Those who chose to publically harm or humiliate him (White Wall Street subway thugs), for their own personal status-gain (TV talk-show personality even did it with malice aforethought).
I give him a Life-sentence in a “country club” prison like Butner Federal Prison Camp, alongside Bernie Madoff and other bigtime financial-scallywags. Is killing
seven six people outright actually worse than destroying the lives of hundreds to thousands through fraud and theft? I’m sure surviving family members and those directly ripped off by Butner’s white-collar thieves wouldn’t shed a single tear if inmate Arthur Fleck went all Joker on them after suffering through one too many of their put-downs.
Hope springs eternal
Here’s hoping the MSM will one day learn how many of us are onto them..and that we are just plain ignoring everything they say unless it’s to fact-check them. Or laugh maniacally at them!
A flashback from our oh-so-hip honeymoon phase…discovered while “downsizing.”
In an effort to become more social, I visited an open painting group at the Senior Center in my home town today. My nervousness was 100% unwarranted! The ladies in the group were immensely welcoming (and hilarious to boot).
They warned me the staff often comes down the hall and shuts the door to the small room “with a flourish,” because of all the laughter. I guess, as my throat was feeling a bit rough from my contribution to the noise level, I’d have taken pride at contributing to such a door-shutting today.
It never happened. There’s always next Wednesday…Lord willing.
And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so. (Genesis 1:11)
My latest bread machine started giving me problems in early March of this year. This lead to pulling an old, hardly used cookbook off the shelf.
For the pictured loaf, I cut the “Basic Yeasted Bread” down to a 1/4-recipe. This yields a single 1-pound loaf which can be devoured easily by two adults before going stale.
Now, in warm summer months, it rises super efficiently, whereas at the start of my old-school bread making adventure I actually set it on a heating pad!
Wish you could smell it!
Here’s a second hippie cookbook I’ve just started using again:
Found I had a 5-pound vacumbag of whole wheat, so wanted to try some bread made with sprouts.
In the past I haven’t had good luck with sprouts, other than lentils. (I think because once they sprout they are basically ready-to-eat.)
“We shall see.”
Imagine these overlord-lites stomping on your remaining Liberties for the rest of their lives, because…
- They possess no otherwise-marketable skills.
- They have grown accustomed to the luxury and prestige of their suddenly-6-figure salaries (not to mention all the golden perks).
- They feed like Vampires off the annoyance/angst/anger of any who are forced to submit to their demands, like congressional-committee questioning.
- Now hooked on the legislator’s Power-to-Command and Control we commoners, there is no going back to the real-world for these creatures.
- Nothing – save Death – could possibly substitute for nor satisfactorily satiate their Swampborn addiction to demanding obedience.
UPDATED 8 March 2019: Available on Smashwords, now. Short blurb:
Sometimes space-aliens really are out to get you, so don’t judge a space-rock by its stony exterior. The matrix might be hiding something truly mind-boggling which you (and your brain) should steer clear of. Um-m-m…NOW!
Is there a sci-fi fairytale genre? Well, there needs to be. This one will be about 9500 words and posits the actual origins of the Religion-of-Peace® (HT to Richard Dawkins). As you might imagine, I’m struggling on the final edits. (Also working to tie it into – as backstory – one of the passengers on the fictional Stratos A-29 flight in the FREE! short story called No Respect.)
I should have it up here over the weekend. It’s HERE!
p.s. If you drool over new fonts as much as I do (you poor thing), the two used on this cover (and likely on others of mine) are from the awesome FREE! font site, fontsquirrel. (Bahia & DayPosterBlack)
The Smashword’s blurb for “Questionable Character”:
Of course college senior Hester Primm was aware that she had a “Permanent Record.” She had been told, as had countless other school kids all their lives, to keep it clean…or suffer some vague future Consequences. Well, who’d’ve thunk that that very same P-R-scam would be pulled on her as a graduating senior in the home stretch? Not Hester, that’s for sure and all for trying to NOT do what she thought was the wrong thing. Go figure…
Trying to work-within-the-system, might-makes-right, and good-guys rush in all collide in this sober-yet-satirical look at campus politics in the 21st century.
On a side note, campus life will probably only get worse.
This one’s not humorous for sure, but still, I hope it’s as enjoyable. Let me know!
Also, none of the characters in QC are recognizable from – or clearly connected to – any of the characters in my other recent stories. Perhaps that will change in the future. 🙂