The hilarity of Hollywood

SHOWBIZ HAS become a caricature of itself.

Its prime function is to entertain us, and it’s now doing that more than ever, but not in a way it thinks or wants.

The Oscars have become a leftist, lip-flapping session. Movies hype political correctness so blatantly that it’s hard not to howl with derisive laughter.

Case in point:

Last night on Netflix we watched a new Natalie Portman flick named The Annihilation. It was pretty lame but not due to the rampant pushing of political correctness. It simply is not a very good movie.

But let’s look at the PC aspects. There was a team of four that entered a zone of no return, a place where other teams had entered and vanished. It’s a sci-fi movie.

In a realistic movie and in real life, the team would have been four tough, beefy guys with backpacks, camos and guns, men with Special Forces backgrounds. But what was the team in The Annihilation? Four women, and not just four women.

Our racially and sexually diverse lady team sported backpacks, camos and guns, just like guys, in spite of their being ladies of science, not soldiering.

Women can do anything!

Two white women, one Latino woman and one black woman. The black woman was a lesbian. Extra diversity point! Natalie Portman’s character, earlier in the sequence of events, had an affair with a married man. He was black, of course.

Multi-racial romances are the rage in Hollywood. Nobody hops into the sack anymore with anyone who even vaguely resembles themselves, which is how it works almost all of the time in real life.

The dialogue: There were occasional mentions of romances and marriages. The significant others were never referred to as men. They were invariably a “person” or a “partner.” The script sounded as if it had been written in a gender-studies class at Berkeley or the University of Wisconsin.

The only entertaining aspect to this silliness was watching almost all the gals gruesomely die. If they’d only brought Clint Eastwood along.

Mohammedans and machine guns

Charlie

COWARDLY NEWS OUTLETS like the collectivist New York Times won’t publish this cover from Charlie Hebdo, but The (Intrepid) Unseen Moon — from the safety of a mountaintop in the middle of Mexico, a country where the Mohammedan population is happily about 0.01 percent — knows no fear.

The crime here is that Mohammedans say you cannot depict Mohammed at all, or you’ll have your head chopped off. Something like that. It’s a really loving religion. I urge you to pass this cartoon along.

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Moving on now to a second, and perhaps related, issue: guns. Due to some tragic shootings in the United States in recent years committed by lunatics, the collectivists have been screaming and fainting from the vapors because they cannot get the U.S. Constitution’s Second Amendment canceled.

As if that would help. There are already guns everywhere. The horse is out of the barn. The collectivists would also like to rescind the First Amendment, but that another issue.

EastwoodThis has created a backlash among traditional Americans, who make up the majority of the citizenry. Collectivists collect on the coasts where they sip white wine in the east and make movies in the west. And they elect dummkopfs like Bill de Blasio in the east and Jerry Brown in the west.

Normal people are flocking to gun stores and arming themselves. This is, in part, due to the collectivist attack on the Constitution. It may also be due to bloodthirsty Mohammedans moving into the neighborhood.

Imagine my broad smile the other day on finding this online. It’s a new firing range in Orlando, Florida, called Machine Gun America. It made my day.

For those of you who want a ranking of machine guns, go here, brought to you by the Washington Free Beacon, a very good news source. In spite of what Leftists would have you think, it’s almost impossible to legally own a fully automatic rifle, but if you go to Machine Gun America, you can let ‘er rip.

Downside of diversity, Part II

AS PART OF The Unseen Moon’s occasional public service, and as a followup to yesterday’s post on the Downside of Diversity, here is an educational video by Chris Rock.

Yes, there is potty talk involved, and The Moon prefers to maintain its G rating at all times, but sometimes colorful speech is necessary to make a powerful point. If only Michael Brown had watched this video, and taken it to heart, perhaps he would not be lying dead on a cold marble slab today, or wherever he is.

We can easily connect Brown’s fatal encounter with the police to cultural differences. Brown’s culture was of the ghetto, a culture of constant, perceived victimization and, especially among the young, in-your-face defiance. The police officer’s culture of law, order and personal responsibility was another thing entirely.

This is dedicated to Swisher Sweets fans everywhere.

On being “racist”

When a collectivist hears what he considers an unsavory opinion, he cries out Racist!

An unsavory opinion to a collectivist is any opinion with which he disagrees. All agreeable opinions are located in the Modern Little Red Book. This manual sits in no bookstore or even on Amazon, but all collectivists know it by heart.

It lives in their bosoms with a religious fervor.

KlanJust recently, they added a new racist category. It is called Gun Owner. All gun owners are — simply by owning a gun — racist.

Read about it here.

I do not currently own a gun, but I have owned guns in the past.

Before moving over the Rio Bravo I owned my grandmother’s chrome-plated Smith & Wesson .32-caliber revolver. I also owned my granddaddy’s shotgun, and once I owned a .45-caliber automatic pistol with the words Ejercito Argentino engraved on the side.

So I clearly was a racist.

I own no firearms now, deeming it unwise in Mexico which has strong gun laws of the sort collectivists desire for the United States. Ole Felipe — an upstanding citizen — has no firepower, but bad guys do. See the problem with gun bans?

I have been called racist now and then hereabouts due to conservative leanings, which is to say I embrace opinions not allowed by the Modern Little Red Book.

At age 55 I intentionally moved over the Rio Bravo to a land 90 percent inhabited by brown people. I married a brown person. I learned these brown people’s tongue, and I speak it all day. For years, I have financially assisted a brown teenager in Guadalajara.

I love Israel and Jews. I once caressed a black Puerto Rican who smiled back at me, but never a redhead, which I regret.

In spite of these facts, since I harbor opinions banned in the Modern Little Red Book, which lives solely in the cheerless hearts of collectivists, I am a racist.

And now if you own a gun to shoot squirrels, tin cans or burglars, you are racist too.