Monday, February 20, 2023

The last of us, thankfully

 




Well now, Hell's Bells. There's that fruity cipher-number, 18, again, in a scene that smacks of anti-christ type energy. Just your average old length of your average ol pipe-bomb. Someone wants to give the RCC the ol pipe, again, this time in the "City of Brotherly (perhaps Greek?) Love," ha, wink. Saynomore

As an obvious aside, some considered notes on the steadily less watchable "Last of Us" apocalypto-serial that the probable criminals at HBO have dawned upon us at this pivotal time in history/her-story:
  1. I never thought i'd live ta see the dei when poor Ron Swanson (and thus, his irl cognate who is not much different from his famous and intentionally cartoonish sitcom character, which mirror-status is now to be considered hinky bc of his Last of Us role) i say i never thought i'd live to see the day Mr. Swanson got methodically cucked and emasculated in one of them ol symbolic humiliation rituals on TV. But there we have it. It was then clear that the audience could expect more in-your-face, vulgar items of Wokeism from the increasingly dull, dreadful and potty-mouthed Sunday-sabat series.
2. Why can't these Millennial/Gen-Z showrunners, writers, and skulking Thelemite producers ever manage to find an American actor or actress to play Americans? The darling and goofy, effeminate Pedro Pascal playing Joel, this is now more or less a wash, a miss. Watch two hours of PP interviews (from any period) and his solemnity and masculinity as the original product Joel will basically evaporate before your eyes, but times yes they be a-changing. And naturally, the role of Ellie couldn't be trusted to some shallow, emotionally stunted American teen-ager/member of the Gen-Z borg entity. So bring in the British, etc., sauce-pots who "have to bind their breasts," and who were just in some horrid Lena Dunham production about women not needing dumb, aristocratic, cucked and toxic pasty-men. Already the hapless, skinny-minded, fat-bottomed think pieces have been published in the wake of last night's episode, in which Joel broke down and sobbed about how weak he was, and willing to give up the protagonist manly role to his communiss younger brother, who though dressed like a denim-god cowboy, is still subordinate to the Micheonne cognate, the macho, mean, dread-locked, former DA black heroine whose physical type is now de rigueur in post-modern entertainment, as her own ultra-powerful and ultra-recognizable embodiment-trope. These motherfuckers in holly-wood have been toying with us for generations. I've known about it for several decades; it is disgusting. They love a good negro stereotype, and i despise them for it. And even more than that baseline contempt, i despise how obvious they are, how contemptibly ruthless they have been in clinging to these pernicious, indelicate, and really quite toxic stereotypes. "I ain't be got no weapon." The problem is that a lot of fucking white people, even the most fully wokest, have no idea about this embedded, baked-in, traditional racial contempt, that even seems to stretch back to, say, biblical times and theologies. It's also incredibly obvious that the contempt for Christianity is now a standard trope and tool. Every Christian one sees in our shit period of entertainment, going back several decades now, is a nutter, a stand-in for the insincere fears and the outright objects of hatred of the occult fascist over-class, as they see themselves.

"Joel Embodies the Perfect Beauty of Non-toxic Masculinity."....says some vile little scribbler with a meso-morphic body-positive body and secretly modified-from-above body chemistry. O brother. No, Pablo just says his bleeding lines and pretends to be masculine pretty good.

(UPDATE: i have today learned that in the scenes where the hero and Protector, Joel, seems to be suffering some incipient kind of heart attack, he is in fact having "panic attacks." Nobody is safe, everything is touch and go, and there are no more ADHD or anxiety medications being over-produced, or even made at all.)

3. The UK gal pretending to be Ellie is a foul, potty-mouthed little harridan who needs a spanking, or a catastrophic ear-cuffing, some would say. "Dick, dick, dick" just keeps spilling out of her mouth, along with variations of "fuck" and "shit." "You're a dick, Joel." "Dont be a dick." "Dicks are bad, bad." It's clear that some of the dialogue-writing was sub-contracted to some very very cranky junior high-kids. Or the kind of edgy 20-30 somethings who think putting banal epithets in the mouths of babes is raw, and real, and edgy. That only works to some mild extent, then it just shows the horrible, boring, lewd immaturity of its baphometic creatrixes.

Here, have a menstrual cup, which most men are going to identify incorrectly as one of them gadgets to let a gal pee standing up. "Here, Ellie, you're almost a Toxic Woman now."

Who writes this shit. What escaped little sociopaths probably benefiting from some deep form of nepotism. O shit, and Penis, never mind, the credits are right there. I know who's writing this horrible predatory social engineering poppycock. Cute of them to strike upon a RESOUNDING UNIVERSAL ADDICTIVE SERIAL SUCCESS Just As the world is flying towards fishy earthquake and train disaster apocalypse, and WW3 as well, bc psychopaths are controlling state governments around the world. Very slick timing, i would say, with "The Last of Us." And fwiw, as a decent writer who knows writing, i can assure you that on the whole these callow pigs can't write for shit, and that's one of the reasons our cannibal modern entertainment tends to eat asshole---in a bad, toxic, cis-orthodox way---more and more, and why so many articles seem to be written by AI. The reason is, that young writers are less and less in possession of adequate or original minds and thoughts. They are coming to resemble more and more the AI that is meant to replace them. That is, when AI bots are not literally writing the articles, which is happening at this time, we now know bc some rogue journalist proved it as to Business Insider, or CNET, iirc. It is almost depressing how average people continue to be entertained by powerfully weak forms of below-average art. Even allowing themselves to become obsessed with it. Or so they imagine themselves to be. It would be more depressing if these cultural forms were not also a method of mind-control, and so the victims can on some level be forgiven. 
 
Any kind of rotten entertainment/pop-cultural tripe they fling in the direction of our cages and pocket super-computer's wi-fi radii, we will eagerly consume, in the end. No generation has a very good edge on the creators of cultural content at the noxious occult or conspiratorial level, which is overtaking all levels. I liked rap music as a kid bc i was a dumb american kid. But at least there were alternatives still. At least my parents were pre-digital. This unquestioning participation in a dying world and its dying culture, this glad embrace of degenerate art forms like modern super hero movies and serial shows, and torture-fetish-horror-nihilist SAW-type terror movies, and vulgar, anti-social forms of (casually homicidal and blatantly promiscuous) modern rap music: these explain perfectly what im saying. It's the only explanation for why they all willingly consume this slop and ask for more just like it, and please more sequels within the "X-universe." We are entrained, we do not Choose our passions, or at least we do so at a drastically lessening rate. The damned HBO show is about a mind-virus, effectively. That is exactly what's over-taking the developed, privileged world as we "scroll," take starbux at age 12, and legal and extra-legal amphetamines prescribed for any old anxiety and discomfort, and fuck like the monkeys without a mating season that we are coming to be.

This cucked and vulgar, cynical, trite, enervated, dissolute version of Joel and Ellie is a metaphor. None of it is hard to understand or see for its general, meaningful, low-culture toxicity. 



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