Inspired by James O’Keefe’s Project Veritas undercover video.
Design by me, illustration by PIXALINE at pixabay.com.
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.
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:
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.)
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.
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.
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?)
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…
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!!!
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?
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.
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!
Imagine these overlord-lites stomping on your remaining Liberties for the rest of their lives, because…
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. 🙂
Smashwords’ Blurb for “No Respect”:
In the not-too-distant-Future…a snarky power-mad gender-bending Senator (with Presidential aspirations, of course) is having trouble getting respect even in the D.C. Swamp. “They” unexpectedly meet a second soulmate, in the form of a race-bending bodyguard of all people, on a history making supersonic flight back home to Texas.
I’m sure I’m not the first writer to figure this out, but it’s becoming clear that the short stories I’ve written since deciding to finally work on my “response” to The Handmaid’s Tale are functioning as backstory of sorts. (Two years ago I gave mine the clunky title, “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Sabayas.”*)
My plan at the moment is to make the crew and passengers on the supersonic-flight in “No Respect” the main cast in my book. The short stories I’ll do over the next few weeks will, therefore, pick up on one or a pair of these folks, to fill in some Life details and show the perspective they are bringing** to a (totalitarian) Future under Islamic rule, which I see as much more realistic than any future ruled by a fundamental-Christian theocracy that Margaret Atwood’s fifty-shades-of-red-feminist fantasy novel drones on about (or pines for?).
…along with one other from “Killer,” because I realized I could effectively use them in the new novel I’m planning. To accomplish this I amended KF by adding a scene-setting paragraph at the beginning and a new one at the end.
The uploaded story file now includes them. Here’s the updated Smashword’s blurb:
Killer Fries…In which a recurring nightmare leaves a tough man’s man wondering, once again, which really would be scarier: settling down and having a bunch of headstrong kids, or routinely dealing with political monsters that never seem to get their comeuppance soon enough
Thanks for reading my stories!
*Sabaya is the term used by ISIS, at least, for “sex slave”
**insight into Islam and an Islamic theocracy, or total naivte
The “JUST DON’T” shirt is my small way to honor the newest Supreme. He has suffered mightily at the hands of elected and un-elected American DEMONS.
(As I looked up the spelling of Brett Kavanaugh’s name I noticed that he has persevered and been vindicated! Congratulations.)
I absolutely positively shattered my, “Housework-before-fun” rule today…
I couldn’t find the original on Britt’s Creators.com page, so here’s a screengrab from a Breitbart story where I first saw it earlier today:
Tell me again why Fed-gov calls September 11th “Patriot Day?”
The 19th of April (1775) should rightfully carry that badge of courage, but Fed-gov despises individuals standing up to Tyrants like those New England colonists did way back then. That date in April has a much more important Propaganda Mission now. It’s much more useful as a red-hot illustration of the might and mayhem that the FBI/ATF/etc. can rain down on little ol’ Joe-Sixpack or David-Koresh.
I’m betting “World Trade Center Day” was scrapped to take the attention off the (civilian) object of actual attack and the countless (civilian) victims. Have you considered the weirdness of so many things that day? Let merely the demolition-precise “collapse” of so-called Building 7 (untouched by planes or much debris) swirl in your head.
The powers-that-be can’t have Joe’s surviving sister, Suzy-Sixpack, give even a passing thought on that matter, or, or…well, she might look further.
Too much thinking might cause Suzy to doubt. After doubt could come loss of Faith…and faith in her supreme leaders and their big budget Military Industrial Complex, is crucial. In a nation this large and mobile and, dare I say it, diverse, Faith in them and what they say is the most important cog in their Control-machine. They must protect her and her kind from too much Thinking.
What ever you do on the 11th of September, or on the 10th, 9th, or on any of the preceding or following 364 days of the year…
don’t wonder, don’t ponder, don’t ruminate on how the mighty U.S. Military Industrial Complex was completely impotent and unable to stop or at lease divert sub-sonic commercial aircraft, yet can keep you safe from any pesky “incoming!” supersonic boom-booms from the NORKS, CHICOMMS, RUSSKIES, IRAN-iacs (or other MUSLOIDS).
Don’t. Ever. Wonder.
Finally…I can say some more 🙂 and that’s, “They’re here!”
Finally got an actual sample on Tuesday the 14th that I could say “Go Ahead” to! (See above.) I’m guesstimating I’ll have the actual patches within 10 days from now. The price will revert back to $7.00 (shipped) each once that happens.
I have been itching to share this design since I first sketched it out, but now that it’s “In Production,” I finally can!
It sure would make a great license plate, as illustrated above (courtesy of Photoshop®) but how perfect will this simple 3” x 2” embroidered Velco-backed patch look on your Politically-Correct campus this Fall?
Or, if college life is wa-a-ay back in the rearview mirror, how ’bout just seeing it in the neighborhood, say on your (burly, martial-arts trained) older-kids’ backpacks for that always memorable First-Day-of-School? And talk about “Sparking a conversation” at the next family reunion or City Council meeting…
I think you can begin to picture the funtimes ahead.
Regardless of the venue, I’m certain you’ll find plenty of folks who’ll agree with the sentiment:
Can’t we just hang the lot of ‘em?
All prices include USA shipping! (
Once I have the patches in hand and they’re ready-to-ship shipping, so for new orders the price is will go back to $7.00 each, shipped.) See the specially-priced “USA – EKG” HERE that’s noted in the order form below.