The left’s incredible crassness

I BELIEVE IT started with Barry Obama’s 2012 re-election campaign. At least that’s when I first noticed it. Stunning campaign crassness.

Of course, it’s a reflection of today’s culture, this endless crudity.

The annual White House Correspondents Dinner, a love fest of the leftist media, took place the other night and, yet again, President Trump declined to attend. But, astoundingly, some members of his administration did show up.

One was Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders.

Some gal named Michelle Wolfe, a potty-mouthed comedienne, was the headliner. She unleashed unrestrained profanity against the president and others in the White House. The leftist media, one assumes, chuckled away.

Wolfe made fun of Sanders’ appearance while Sanders was sitting there right in front of her. What kind of person does that? No one with an iota of class.

Not her politics or job performance, but her appearance!

No one would have acted this way at a Republican dinner or any dinner where participants possess good breeding, that their mamas raised them right.

I couldn’t help thinking back to the months leading up to Barry Obama’s re-election campaign in 2012. At least two online videos, professionally produced and starring showbiz stars Samuel L. Jackson and Sarah Silverman, hyped Barry’s re-election with a stunning, over-the-top, spewing of profanities.

You can see them here and here. Brace yourself.

These videos, one imagines, were not made by Barry’s campaign. I hope not. That would have been exponentially worse. But it reflects the character of leftists.

Every day provides new reasons to rejoice that Hillary went down in flames. And that Barry and Michelle are out of the White House.

And that I’m out of the newspaper business.

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.