Friday, December 15, 2017

Cataline Does NOT Recommend: Star Wars: The Last Jedi




This one sucked, don't see it.

I could end my review there but I suppose you want a little bit more than that.

I intend to deliver many, many spoilers in this review because the producers of this heap of shit have gone to some lengths to destroy a favorite of my childhood.  I can't believe I'm fucking saying this but, "George Lucas, all is forgiven!  Come back to us, I beg you!"

This was a cavalcade of boring, cliched awfulness in every way available to it.  I'm not saying that because I'm a contrarian Alt Right asshole.  I'm saying that because every word of that is true.

A couple of days ago a commenter Shitlord Numéro Uno said...

Wait, so you think the force awakens is a good movie? Holy dear God.

Compared to this, it absolutely is.  This is the first of the fully SJW Converged Star Wars movies.  Force Awakens just tried to score some Diversity Points here and there. But Last Jedi positively panders to the SJWs.  From the Body Positive Asian Chick.  The lectures on social inequality on Rich People Planet.  To Benicio del Toro's monologue that was heavy on nihilist equivocation   This movie turned around, bent over for the SJWs and announced that Star Wars was open for business.  Upside this surrender to all things SJW, guaranteed that critics would prostitute themselves and give it positive reviews.  And they did but we'll get to that at the end of this article.

The Last Jedi will make money but I would be shocked if it doesn't kill the franchise in the end.  The fanbois are over-committed to Star Wars and will try  to convince themselves at it doesn't suck. Now the SJW fanbois will have to pretend that it was really important that Star Wars hands out boring ass lectures for the price of admission but for the rest, the backlash over Last Jedi will make the one over Force Awakens look like a case of very mild buyers remorse.

The writing is incredibly weak.  The tone is inconsistent.  It's boring as hell for the most part and all of the mysteries set up in the last movie got swept under the carpet.

Lets take a look at it, shall we?

It starts out with a the standard title crawl.  The First Order has taken over the Galaxy.  The RESISTANCE  (yes it was in all caps) is fighting a retreat action.  The Empire The First Order has tracked them down to their base and they are about to try and escape.

My reaction:  Holy shit! They really are going to make a beat for beat remake of Empire.  I can already picture it. 

They are about to freeze Po in carbonite. 

 Finn finally works up the courage to express his true feelings for Po and says, "I love you.

Po meets his gaze and yells, "WHAT?!?!"

First character we see is played by Carrie Fisher's daughter who I recognize from American Horror Story.  I don't remember her name and it doesn't really matter as she is just a feminist Bridge Bunny in this one.  She reads computer screens a lot, looks concerned all the time and gets more screen time than an extra deserves.

Po confronts the First Order's battlefleet in a single fighter and asks to speak to General Hux.  Hux gets on the horn with him and Po pretends he can't hear him.  We are now in comedy mode.  Pick a tone and stick with it guys. Anyway, Po's diversion is successful but then against orders, Po leads an attack that destroys a First Order Capital ship but loses quite a few rebel fighters and all of their bombers  in the process.  Given how tiny this rebellion apparently is, this probably is a net victory for the First Order.  He is demoted for this by Carrie Fisher.

So my favorite new character from the last movie, Po Dameron, was turned into a useless comedy-relief-asshole in this movie.  He does a little fighter stuff and then spends the rest of the movie getting in everyone's face because he's in the right.  Except that it turns out he isn't. After the opening battle nothing he did advanced the plot.  It was like somebody deciding that Wedge hadn't been given a enough to do, so he was given a lot of flash and thunder that signified nothing.  After the first five minutes, nothing Po did mattered but he was all over the rest of the film because fan-service.

Moving on.  Finn wakes up but frankly he may as well have stayed asleep.  His plot line does nothing to advance the story either.  The only thing he is there for, is to give the movie lots and lots of SJW diversity points. This is the very first SJW Star Wars movie where the SJWs really got ahold of the microphone and Finn was their mouthpiece.

The #RESISTANCE fleet jumps to hyper-space.  But amazingly the First Order fleet manages to pursue them.  There must be some kind of tracking MacGuffin aboard, which they never bother to try and find.  Instead they come up with a cockamamie plan wherein Finn will fly to Rich People Planet with his new friend a diversity points friendly fat hapa. There they lecture the audience about space privilege and seek out a hacker who can bring down the tracking MacGuffin on the First Order's flag ship long enough for the #RESISTANCE to escape.  This will come to absolutely nothing, as the hacker they hire sells them out at the last second.  No wait it does give Finn a chance to kill Captain Phasma when it's time to escape.  Which he does.  And that is pretty much Chrome Brienne's only appearance.  She crawled out of the garbage dumpster long enough to get killed.  Goodbye fan favorite!

This was the first Star Wars movie that was actually boring.   I'm serious, it was dull as ditch water for about three quarters of the movie.  When it wasn't lecturing you on #privilege.  It was watching Rey stump around after Crabby Luke begging him to come back with her and possibly train her.  Although as far as I can tell Jedi training remains pretty damned brief.  In Empire Luke picked up just about everything he needed to know in a couple of dayps.  Rey by the way, is no different.  Luke gave her exactly Three Lessons. He numbered them and everything and that was all she needed to know before heading out to take on Lord Snoke.

There was a lot of questions about who is Lord Snoke?  Is he the Darth Plagerous that was referred to in Revenge of the Sith.  Is he the blind Jedi in Star Wars Rebels? (*that one was so out there it caught my attention*)  Is he Darth Bane (*who was in the now abandoned expanded universe canon so that seemed pretty damned unlikely*)?  The answer is.. Who the Fuck Knows?  Because Kylo Ren kills him and takes over.  We never found out who Lord Snoke was, where he came from or how he got so powerful. The writers apparently decided the less said the better and so they said nothing.

Also, while we are on the subject of disappointments the only thing we find out about Rey's parents is... that the writer couldn't think of anything to do with this plot line either.  So her parents turned out to be, "just junkers who sold you for drinking money."  So all of Rey's mysterious talents?  Just chance.  Apparently the universe needed to balance out the power of Kylo Ren so they picked her at random.  Fucking lazy to be certain but it's probably better than anything that was going to emerge from JJ Abrams Mystery Box.

Lets see what else can I ruin?

Oh yeah the ending.  Luke dies at the end.

Now  I will grant that there is some stuff that I might have missed here because this is the very first Star Wars movie I've ever walked out of.  But I do remember Luke dying.  But you shouldn't worry about that because Luke Skywalker was not in this movie.  I mean there is a guy in this flick called Luke Skywalker and he's played by Mark Hamill but he is not Luke Skywalker. All of Luke's behavior and motivations were completely absent in this movie.   They couldn't have missed the character of Luke more if they tried... Which I think they did.  Luke Skywalker was a hero and SJWs hate heroes.  What made things really bad is that there was one scene where the old Luke was suddenly present.  It was when he was talking to R2 aboard the Falcon.  And then Real Luke is gone and replaced with Crabby Luke.  This is the most ham handed butchering of a beloved character  since Kirk fell off the ladder.

Oh, BTW Rey and Finn had another "friend hug" at the end as a sort of reunion thing.  Although now Finn has the Curvy and Proud Hapa as a side piece so I don't know what will happen there.

Was there anything at all I liked about it?

I will give a grudging nod to Rylo.  Rey and Kylo had telepathic connections at inexplicable intervals and talked to each other.  There was intimacy but no real indication of sexual love.  The problem there being the filmmakers wussed out on creating a genuine romance between the two of them.

That is it for the good stuff.

Say what you will about the Force Awakens, it felt like a Star Wars movie.  Last Jedi does not.

So in a nutshell.  The rebels got pounded.  Finn didn't confess his love to Po but got kissed by a hapa. Snoke got killed without revealing his secret identity, Rylo had a failure to start.  SJW writers got to preach at the audience about privilege and stuff.  Benicio del Toro phoned in the weakest performance of his career as "the Hacker" and is clearly desperate to get back to the Marvelverse.  Luke died, then he didn't, then he defiently did because he did that whole Jedi vanishing when you die thing. The rebels live to fight another day.  And I beat the crowd to the parking lot before the credits rolled.

Just so we are really clear here.  This movie sucked and it ain't just Cataline say'in it.

Here's the score card from Rotten Tomatoes.  Pay close mind to the difference between the reviewer's and audience's score.



TOMATOMETER 

AUDIENCE SCORE 

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Cataline Recommends: The Last Closet by Moira Greyland





Carnage 

Again I sing my cheerful song
What can I control today
I’ll sort the books, I’ll file the files
Pretend that nothing’s wrong But then my bubble bursts
My illusion of contented control disappears
And I dissolve in tears
Confusion and helpless rage But still I sort, still I file
Cheeks wet and makeup streaming
My friends wondering why I act so oddly
Strangely knowing better than I do that it’s time for me to rest
Once in awhile I do I tell myself “it’s done, I’m better, I won’t be there again”
I know I’m stable now, I haven’t wanted to die
For at least a week—or was it yesterday?
And then a nightmare comes, a lonely scream.
If I wait to face the demon in my dreams, I face it alone.
My mother’s in my bed again, I throw her off repulsed
And scream until my voice is gone and run and then
Awake with my beloved—that is you, thank God!
I feel your face for whiskers—can I be sure it’s really you
And not that sickening monster who spawned me?
But where is my cheerful song now?
When do I get to control my life again?
When can I get back to life rather than being
the prisoner of my own racking sobs
When can I run away again?

-Moira Breen 1988*



This book is hard to read but even harder to write about.

Moira Greyland not only wrote it, she lived through a childhood hell that is little short of unimaginable to most people.  The Last Closet is her story.

Have an open bottle of bourbon on your reading table when you get to Chapter Ten.  You'll need that and a shower afterward.

I first ran into Marion Zimmer Bradley's work in college.  A friend who had steered me right on several occasions, (Dune, Canticle for Leibowitz, Lefthand of Darkness) strongly recommended City of Sorcery to me.

He was overdue for a clinker.  City of Sorcery had a number problems for me.  It wasn't an ideal first entry to the Darkover world.  It was jumping into the middle of an established universe.   If you weren't all that familiar with the rules of this world as established by the author, then you had to puzzle out a lot stuff as you read the book.  Bradley was disinclined to fill in the blanks.  Also, back in those days I was Science Fiction Snob.  Sure I'd read Tolkien and Leiber and yes, I played Dungeons and Dragons.  But as an SFS I viewed science fiction books as vastly superior not least because they didn't run to eight hundred pages and fantasy was starting to do that...a lot.

This book was clearly fantasy mascaraing as science fiction.

Also it was just a little bit...off.  There was no one thing I could really put my finger on.  Just a general feel of something that wasn't quite right here.  Sort of when you walk in to a mist spray of fine vinegar, you know something's wrong but it's a little too diffuse to say what.

There was a miasma of something very off putting with the women in this book. An unpleasant edge, almost like they were the anti-Bujold characters.  The heroines were the Renunciates.  It wasn't explicitly stated what they had renounced but it was obviously heterosexuality.  It was  a club for angry lesbians with the quasi religious overtones of a goofy hippy religion,  (which as as Gen-Xer I had little use for). The protagonist was the Chief Terran Agent on Darkover who had gone native and married another woman and were somehow raising a kid together.  The enemy was a bunch of evil space lesbians who were plotting...something(?),..I forget what. It was the characters that mattered in this book and I didn't like any of them.

When my friend asked me about it, I made some joke about, The Lesbians In Spaaaaaace.  He didn't like the joke at all and told me so.  I replied that the author was clearly writing about that of which she knows.  My friend laughed a little too loudly because he was about to 'one up' me, in true Gamma fashion.

"Nope, she's happily married with two kids," he smirked.

"Yeah, I got my doubts about the happily part," I replied.

Holy crap, I never spoke truer words.

I was tangentially involved in fandom.  Enough so that I became aware of the cult status among the women's lib types regarding Marion Zimmer Bradly.  Something to the effect of them liking to roleplay the Darkover stuff.  A smallish shudder went through me when I heard about it and I added a note to my Red Flag File, 'avoid Darkover Chicks in the future,' end note.

When Mists of Avalon blewup big I picked it up off the shelf at Walden Books in the mall, saw that it was an eight hundred fifty page plus monstrosity, just like all the fashionable fantasy books were becoming.  And I put it back on the shelf.  No thanks, one Marion Zimmer Bradley book was enough.

A few years later I was thumbing through Locus at a soon to be closing science fiction bookstore. I saw that Marion Zimmer Bradley had died.  It had a brief blurb of a biography and it noted in passing that her ex-husband was in prison for child molestation.  I thought briefly of my friend's smug, superior laughter.

In my life, I've found that the more you understand, the less you forgive.  Yet Moira Greyland transcended that nasty little dictum of mine. I have no idea how she did it.  The childhood she lived... The childhood she survived should have produced an unspeakable monster.

Just liker her Mother.

Just liker her Father.

But somehow it didn't.  Moira Greyland fought tooth and nail for her soul.

Both Marion Zimmer Bradley and Walter Breen suffered hideously abusive childhoods.  Marion's involved beatings and  repeated rapes by her father.  Walter Breen's mother withheld all love from him and treated him as a pointless burden needlessly thrust upon her.  Both suffered physically and traumatically during their upbringing.

It doesn't justify the monsters they became, it just explains why they were what they were.  Both were gay or at least claimed to be gay.  Marion's pathology is interesting in that regard because I'm not entirely certain that she was a lesbian by natural inclination.  It may have been yet another a way for her to desex herself.  Walter appears to have been the genuine article but he did have sex women...and little girls.

The thing is most people that are that fucked up have the sense to not have kids.  The Breen-Bradleys chose have them because they wanted to someone to brainwash from the cradle onward.  Someone whose sexuality could be warped into a broken funhouse mirror reflection of their own.  And so they brought Moira into the world with the explicit and deliberate intention of utterly corrupting her.

In heart breaking detail Moira recounts the horrors of her childhood going year by year.   Sparing neither herself nor you her reader.  Details are painted in bold, terrible colors, page after page.  All the while you are wondering, why didn't anyone DO SOMETHING.

The answer to that is, her father Walter Breen had in abundance the only truly female personality trait that gay men have.  A desperate, unquenchable thirst for attention.  He was intelligent, erudite and the life of every party, provided that no one else ever tried to speak.  He easily dominated the people around him because he had selected them quite carefully.

Walter Breen was also a gifted predator of children.  And I mean gifted in both senses.  He was both a genius with an eidetic memory and an avid hunter of male innocence.   Like any good hunter he chose his hunting ground with some care.  He settled on Science Fiction conventions.  He and Marion became well known figures in that scene decades before Marion hit it big with the Mists of Avalon.

Moira recounts how Walter would pick a highly visible spot, like in the dealer's room and play with a shiny toy until he was approached by a young boy who wanted to learn more about it.  The things a boy would learn from Walter would leave him screaming into his pillow twenty years later.

Appallingly, it was well known among fan circles what Walter was doing.  And when anyone objected, the Truefen would circle the wagons around him.  People that I had (in ignorance) admired, actually defended him, knowing what he was.

In the beginning the only anti-Walter people were the Gibsons and Danny Curran. Joe let it be known that he kept a loaded revolver on his mantel and that if Walter ever showed up at the Gibsons, he would use it. And of course Walter was one of the main people Joe had in mind when he wrote that SHAGGY article. Danny also lost no opportunity of putting Walter down. I once accused him of being Square. Danny said, "Hell, it's not that. You know I have homosexual friends. But I think Walter is a shit. And this is a handy club to hit him with."

So, at first Berkeley was indifferent to Walter's sex life. This gradually began to change. There were two main causes for this. At a GGFS meeting at the -----'s, S---- walked into her son's bedroom -- age 13 -- to find him in bed with Walter with Walter's arm around him. They were watching TV. (Walter is incredible.) S---- wasn't about to take this. She didn't make a scene at the time, but from then on, someone else was anti-Walter. Thenceforth the -------- kids were under instructions to retire into their room and barricade the door with furniture whenever Walter was in the house. They did too. S----- wanted to ban Walter from the house entirely but Alva felt great reluctance to reject any fan.

Most people were rather amused by this incident, feeling that the kid could say "No" and even if he said "Yes" the experience probably wouldn't hurt him any. After all, Walter is so child-like himself that it would be just as if the kid were playing around with another kid. And quite apart from the sexual connotations some people were outraged that an adult could prefer the society of children to that of adults, as Walter does.

The second cause was Walter's sex play with 3-year old P----------- ----------------. He had her trained up to the point where she would take off her clothes the minute she saw him. He would then "rub her down" and all that. I recall one occasion -- a fairly large gathering at the Nelsons -- in which he also used a pencil, rubbing the eraser back and forth in the general area of the vagina, not quite masturbating her. (Walter is incredible.) Many people were somewhat displeased by this -- most particularly her parents. No one thought he was actually psychologically damaging P--------- (she being so young) --- obviously ----- and ---- would have interfered if they thought he had been -- but the spectacle was not thought to be aesthetically pleasing. Years later Walter found out about the reaction and said, "But why didn't somebody say something! I wouldn't have dreamed of doing it if I'd thought someone objected."


Walter was lying through his food encrusted beard over that one.  He had entered a society where no one ever rejects the weirdo no matter they do.  The thing about the old Truefen is that they only had each other.  That was it.  Only each other.  Pretty much all of them were on autism spectrum to one degree or another. Anyone being exiled from fandom was being sentenced to death by loneliness because there was no other place for these people.  Their Mundane Lives lived in service their fantasy identity.

Identity trumps reason every time.

After Star Wars came out Science Fiction and Fantasy merged into something very approachable by the masses.

Before then it was safer to be caught in public wearing ass-less chaps and a posing pouch than it was to be seen in a Star Fleet uniform.

The people that went to the cons never fit in anywhere else. Most were at least one standard deviation above the norm in terms of intelligence but it didn't do them any good. Instinctive knowledge of social mores was impossible for them. The truth is their efforts to raise their status among their peers with frequent displays of superior intellect, annoyed the crap out of everyone around them. They paid for it socially and a failure loop was established. Today we would think of these people as high functioning autistics. The truth is that a normal life was always beyond them.

Most of them were poor as well. The money to get a hotel room and pay for Con registration was a major investment for them. When you are poor, anything you invest in, you automatically overinvest in because you have so little to start with.

Loneliness infected every facet of their lives. No one shared their interests or if they did, those normal people had the damn good sense to keep that shit to themselves. Sharing those interests with nerds was nowhere near worth the ensuing real world pariah status.

When the Cons came along, these defectives could wrap themselves in a world where they could pretend that they were secret kings. The Identity of the TrueFen was established along with their lords and leaders the SMOFs. It was their safe space. It was their only social outlet. It was their escape.

Their real lives were lived entirely in support of this secret identity. An identity that gave them worth and eased the pain of loneliness. The real world turned into the Mundane World and became even more hated than it was before.

And the secret horror beyond imaging was being forced out of it. The SMOFs had that power.  So what happens when a SMOF turns out to be an unspeakable abomination?

Simple, you don't let yourself think about it. And you scream until your lungs blow out at anyone who tries to make you. It's called doubling down.

However in 1964 the organizers for WorldCon had had enough and banned Walter Breen.  There was significant backlash from the Truefen.

Robert Heinlein who had to have known about Walter Breen, wrote to Marion Zimmer Bradley in support.

“The fan nuisance we were subjected to was nothing like as nasty as the horrible things that were done to you two but it was bad enough that we could get nothing else done during the weeks it went on and utterly spoiled what should have been a pleasant, happy winter. But it resulted in a decision which has made our life much pleasanter already…We have cut off all contact with organized fandom.”  - Robert Heinlein to his friend Marion Zimmer Bradley


(*Thanks Bob and now I'll never be able to read your books again.*)**

This was the wall that was imprisoning young Moira in her nightmare world of incest and rape.  Even if she could have spoken up (which if you read her book, you will know was impossible), who would have listened?

She endured, she survived and she made a life for herself that didn't involve harming the innocent.  Her world in the SCA and ren-faires were something I was at one time quite familiar with.  Almost everyone there was running away from something.  She had nothing but praise for the Society for Creative Anachronism, which she indicated she has stepped away from.  Probably for the best as it has become be something else she would disappointed in. ***

Eventually she made the hardest decision she could make and sent her father to prison

I guess in the final analysis Moira listened to Moira.  Rather than become a monster she became a phoenix.  A scared phoenix to be certain but a phoenix none the less. 


Moira Greyland performing an original composition of her own.

After breaking her bonds of slavery and recovering from bouts of PTSD that nearly killed her. She managed the utterly impossible and forgave her parents.  Not they ever acknowledged any kind of wrong doing on their part but that was never the point.  It was impossible for Moira Greyland to stop loving her parents even though she was supposed to.

I highly recommend this exceptional book.  It is a hard but necessary read.  This book is why we fight, The Breen-Bradleys were everything our enemies want the world to be.






*Greyland, Moira. The Last Closet: The Dark Side of Avalon (Kindle Locations 4739-4741). Castalia House. Kindle Edition. 

**The question of can art be separated from the artist will be another post.

***Same sex crowns in a historical reenactment group (Cataline wanders aimlessly around in a circle shaking his head). The fantasy is that it's being done to support feminism.  The reality is that it's pretty much always men that win crown so women are left unrepresented at court.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

George Lucas and the Cannibal Slave Princesses of Disney

It's Star Wars Week at the Dark Herald which should culminate in my review of the Last Jedi either Friday or Saturday.  In the meantime enjoy this blast from the past.

REPOST



"Gordon Way wondered how his business was going to do without him.  He didn't like either answer he came up with."  Paraphrased from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency because I can't find my copy anywhere.




Okay, no real proof that they are cannibals
I admit that.  Thats a thing.
Also.  Is the one right Ariel?
I'm guessing here.


In a completely predictable reaction to the massively record breaking critical and commercial success of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, George Lucas is bitching like the queen bitch of Bitch Mountain.


George Lucas spoke about everything from his and Disney's branching vision to the deal itself. Lucas, who has always been protective of his series and even refers to them as his "kids," hasn't been looking back well on the deal with Disney (via Collider).

"I sold them to the white slavers that takes these things, and...," Lucas said before laughing and deciding it better not to finish.

The father of "Star Wars" also opened up about why he and Disney were split on their decisions for the franchise's future.

"They looked at the stories, and they said, 'We want to make something for the fans,'" Lucas said. "They decided they didn't want to use those stories, they decided they were going to do their own thing. ... They weren't that keen to have me involved anyway -- but if I get in there, I'm just going to cause trouble, because they're not going to do what I want them to do. And I don't have the control to do that anymore, and all I would do is muck everything up," he said. "And so I said, 'OK, I will go my way, and I'll let them go their way.'"


The last FOUR Star Wars movies were bad in every possible way available to them.  Yes I do in fact include Return of the Jedi in the parade of suck that is the post Empire Strikes Back, Star Wars universe.

According to several film scholars, he didn't have that much to do with the first Star Wars movie after it was in the can.  The studio took the final cut out of his hands and saved that one in editing.

He had almost nothing to do with the best of the films; The Empire Strikes Back. Even Lucas admits that he basically handed over the reins on that one.

Return of the Jedi sucked but due to the limitations of film technology it didn't suck anywhere near as bad as Lucas wanted it to.

Then came the creeping incompetent horror of the prequels.

George Lucas is like the Milli Vanilli of Star Wars, he was found out to be fraud years ago but claims to this day he could sing as well as the artists he was taking credit for.

Do you want to see the truest reflection of Lucas' talent.  I'll show it to you right now.



Yes Lucas does indeed disown this one.  But when you compare it to the Prequals a number of patterns of ineptitude begin to make themselves apparent.

This is not an unfair comparison
George Lucas's vision for Wookie Public Housing
Didn't change much for thirty years.


He owns the Christmas Special even if Bea Arthur is in it.  His ideas are obvious.  To include the introduction of Bobba Fett whom no one on Earth had heard of before that stupid show.

Yes, Bobba Fett first showed up 
riding a swamp dinosaur.
He milked that intro for decades
And never lived up to it.


His next big project was recutting the original trilogy with a few new special effects.  This in fact was the real Phantom Menace.  The Special Editions were a warning shot.  He used the best technology of his day to make the previous films just a bit worse.

Then came the rolling disaster of the Preqeuls. 

George Lucas was also powerful enough to banish anyone who could threaten his delusion bubble.
He did this by the usual trick of surrounding himself with yes-men.  And on top that, paying actors to say to how brilliant he was.   If you ever dig through the Special Features interviews of the Prequals you can find the inadvertent but tragically hilarious comedy gold of his cast members trying desperately to come up with something positive to say about the movies that didn't involve special effects.

The basic problem with the prequals is pretty much everything.  They were an utterly incompetent attempt at story telling by a guy who liked to pretend he was the Tolkein of science fiction.

After the prequals were in the can and ruining childhood memories.  Lucas was at a loss.  He tried messing up the original films some more and only succeeded in making them even worse than they had been getting.  Everyone laughed at him and thanks to the internet he could no longer hide himself.he didn't like that.

He tried messing up Lucasarts software and successfully derailed advanced projects with just a few well placed demands.

Make that guy Bobba Fett!

Bobba Fett fixes everything.


He decided to step away from Star Wars for a bit and took a swing at improving  Indiana Jones.  I think we all remember how that worked out.




That film made three quarters of a billion world wide so there was still blood to be squeezed from those stones and yet something seemed to be broken after that.

Lucas could buy his percentage by retreading and shredding the works of his youth.  That was easy for him to do.  No trouble there at all.  But he simply could not buy the thing that he craved the most...

...respect.

So he finally gave up and sold out for one final time in the biggest sell out of his life.  Lucasfilm was sold to Disney for billions.

And then the worst thing that could have happened to George Lucas finally happened.  Someone made a good Star Wars movie.


Monday, December 11, 2017

Feminism and the Cuckoldry of the Gamma Male by the State




Julia was never all that onboard


As we have discussed here before, Third Wave Feminism is clearly and obviously a death cult.

Sublimating the sex drive in pursuit of this cult's objectives is the natural course of action for those who wish to destroy human nature.  It's nothing new really.

"The aim of the Party was not merely to prevent men and women from forming loyalties which it might not be able to control. Its real, undeclared purpose was to remove all pleasure from the sexual act. Not love so much as eroticism was the enemy, inside marriage as well as outside it. All marriages between Party members had to be approved by a committee appointed for the purpose, and – though the principle was never clearly stated – permission was always refused if the couple concerned gave the impression of being physically attracted to one another. The only recognized purpose of marriage was to beget children for the service of the Party. Sexual intercourse was to be looked on as a slightly disgusting minor operation, like having an enema. This again was never put into plain words, but in an indirect way it was rubbed into every Party member from childhood onwards. There were even organizations such as the Junior, Anti-Sex League, which advocated complete celibacy for both sexes. All children were to be begotten by artificial insemination (artsem, it was called in Newspeak) and brought up in public institutions."


The extinguishment of the straight male sex drive is the unspoken of but all desired endstate of Third Wave Feminism.

 Male tastes in women's bodies are imperatively taught as being wrong. 


Finding this woman attractive is sexist
Yes, I'm sexist



Complete submission to feminism is now openly demanded in every aspect of male sexuality.  Affirmative Consent is now the law in California and is spreading out from there.  A man who does not grovel for explicit permission for every single part of sex is guilty of sexual assault.  Complementing a woman's looks online is sexual assault. Staring at girl too long is sexual assault.  Sitting with your legs too far apart is sexual assault.

Everything short of actual sexual assault is now sexual assault.  That which is forbidden is mandatory for the modern feminist.  Male Submission is now mandatory.

 And I do mean Submission in the sexual sense of the word.  Men are to be on the bottom as the bottom in any feminist relationship.   The Modern Man is now required to submit as a cuckold in all parts of his existence and is to do so willingly.

I'm not the only one who has noticed this.


Cuckmercials, as I shall now be calling them, are totally explicit about portraying “American husbands as feckless wimps.” That quote refers to the Kia commercial where a beta dad suggests they park somewhere safe as mom runs the car “up the gut” and parks on a hill before topping the whole thing off with “Someone has to wear the pants in this family.” The message is no longer that women are equal. It’s that women are the new men and they’re doing a way better job. Commercials are propaganda because it’s good for business. Campbell’s Soup realizes only a miniscule fraction of their clientele are gay parents, but having two fathers quote Darth Vader’s “I’m your father” gets all the virtue-signaling progressives who might otherwise go with Progresso.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens is a perfect example of this anything-but-dad mentality. The movie starts off with a female protagonist who is so perfect, she has no room to grow. At least Luke knew he was a douche and wanted to get over it. This überwomensch knows everything about everything and can beat up anyone. She knows more about the Millennium Falcon than Han Solo and she’s only been in it for minutes. When she faces the new Darth Vader, Kylo Ren, she only needs to hear the word “Force” to instantly become a way better Jedi than him. At the end of the movie (spoiler alert) he is sent away for more training so he can be worthy of fighting this female gift from God. The other hero of the movie is a black man and he’s equally dull. He’s so perfect and pure and wildly naive, he’s basically a useless baby. Both of these characters are so pure of heart, they are totally devoid of

(Gavin McInnes)



If a feminist's wife wants to screw around on him.  He has to be totes cool about it but then he is rewarded by being acknowledged as a good feminist.  No matter how disgusting his wife's boyfriend finds him.

There is now a generation of men that have been taught since infancy to despise their own sex. An amazing number are on board with it.  They have absorbed so much if this bilge into their psyches that these men (and it is men doing it) are now strongly pushing black on white, man/woman relationships in every facet of popular culture.

In 1947?
 Really?

This is all part and parcel of the sexual submissive fetish known as Cuckolding. Wherein a white man impotently watches as a black man has sex with his wife.  It is now being pushed hard from grade school onward.




Yes the team is called the Bulldogs.
Yes, that is her boyfriend on the right.
Yes, she's the quarterback.



The big question that has to be asked is how the hell did the Hivemind manage to get men, (even liberal men) to go along with this one.

The answer is simple; Status derived from Identity. 

Identify as a Male Feminist and you will instantly enjoy status from popular culture. Salesmanship 101 all human endeavor almost always boils down to an attempt to raise your own status.

And status is something the Modern Man is sorely lacking.

This presented a critical opportunity to the Hivemind.  The Hivemind is unintelligent but it does constantly experiment.  It learns quickly from the results and moves rapidly to reinforce success.

It has after decades of trial and error, it came up with the Thirty Percent Solution.  You don't try to convince all the men.  Just enough of them.

The Gamma Males loath and detest traditional manhood instinctively.  They are in truth nature's male feminists.

The top fifteen percent are nature's Alpha's so forget about them.  They were never in the mix.  Now, if you can recruit one or two of them, awesome.   Don't bother with more than that.  Those few will act as your extremely hypocritical and well rewarded Judas Goats for Male Feminism.


Yeah. Right
Women want to fuck Sherlock because he's a feminist
Got it asshole


The battleground for feminism became the guys in the middle.  But the center of gravity is the lower fifteen percent. The Gamma Male.  The loud and obnoxious anchor that tugs at the middle ranks of men.

Which is ironic because no group has suffered more from the ravages of feminism than the Gamma Male.

In the Fifties and Sixties, a  Gamma Male would graduate high school, be drafted and do his time.  Then get married at around age twenty two and start making a good life for himself as a husband, father and provider...because his wife made him do it.

Gammas got married because women NEEDED men.  Not liked having one around but needed (life and death needed) a husband.   There was no life of Julia back then.  If a girl didn't land and keep a man, she would stay in Dad's house forever.  There were almost no career tracks available that would allow a woman to become economically independent.  There upward mobility in society was completely dependent upon riding a husband's coat tails.

The male need for a wife was mostly emotional but it was massively reinforced by society.  Past a certain age, older men in your life would start lecturing you about your need to find a nice girl and settle down. 

There were no such lectures being given to girls.  They all knew they needed a man and it was a matter of the most dire desperation indeed if they couldn't catch a beau.

Then in the 1980s that all started to change.  Support systems that promoted the advancement of women were coming into play.  Women didn't need men anymore other than for recreational sex.

Down hill trends were set in motion for the Gamma Male.  His traditional means of acquiring status were stripped away from him one by one.  Husband, gone. Head of a household, gone.  Career advancement, gone.

They only means the Gamma man had left for acquiring status was identity.  Adopt the identity of a high status group and you in turn receive that identity's status.   Yes, you would have to publicly shame yourself as an oppressive tool of the privileged patriarchy, even if you weren't all that privileged.  But because of "effort justification" you would be even more committed as a male feminist for having humiliated yourself repeatedly in public.  The Gamma men had learned to love Big Brother.

Sadly those Gammas that manage to take the Red Pill aren't all that better off because they are still Gammas.  Unless brutal self-assessment, followed by rigorous self-improvement is conducted, the only identity open to the Red Pill Gamma Male is that of the PUA hating MGTOW.

The biggest problem feminism has today is convincing women to go along with it.

While this is being portrayed as the ideal of modern manhood by feminists



Women infuriatingly still want this:

Saturday, December 9, 2017

SJW Couple Accidently Writes the Greatest Black Knight Song of All Time

Oh they didn't mean to of course.  That was nowhere in the picture when they did it and they probably have no idea what Black Knighting is.

But none the less they managed it.

The song they were attempting to maul was that comically flirtatious holiday ballad of seduction; Baby It's Cold Outside.

This classic is a product of the 1940s and it shows.  The song was first performed by a husband and wife song writing team at a party for their friends.  Game aware innuendo is most sultry felt through out.

The first line, "I really can't stay."  Translates to modern English as, "we're not having sex."  I assume you are all far enough along to know what that actually means.

I rather like the song myself.

Have a listen to the original version.  This one has KHAAAAAAN, singing it.









It's harmless, playful and impish.  It's also completely obvious that the girl is only doing a hard to get routine. She was always planning to stay the night but she wants a bit of seduction first to build sexual tension.  She is right to do so, it will make things more fun later.

As I said a holiday classic that has been enjoyed by two generations of adults and rejected by a third  that finds Pepe LePew "triggering".

Naturally SJWs tried to ruin it as instinctively as a beaver builds a dam...And failed epically.

From the Huffpogue


If you’ve ever listened to the classic Christmas song “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” then you know it’s a really screwed up tune.

A couple from Minneapolis, Minnesota, found the ditty so unnerving that they decided to revamp it for a modern audience, reworking the lyrics to “emphasize the importance of consent,” according to CNN.

The original 1944 lyrics by Frank Loesser include problematic lines like, “What’s in this drink?” crooned by a woman and “What’s the sense in hurtin’ my pride?” by the man.

The duo, singer-songwriters Lydia Liza and Josiah Lemanski, told CNN that they felt that the original song was “aggressive and inappropriate,” arguing that the listener never finds out what happens to the woman in the song.

“You never figure out if she gets to go home. You never figure out if there was something in her drink. It just leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth,” said Liza.

The couple’s revised lyrics are adorably consensual, opening with “I really can’t stay” sung by Liza and “Baby, I’m fine with that” sung by Lemanski.

Most notably, when Liza sings, “I ought to say no, no, no,” Lemanksi responds with “You reserve the right to say no.”


I know this gamma muffin was trying to plagiarize his way to a paean on the joys of Consent.  What he actually managed to create was pretty much much the opposite.  It's the story of a Man with Options and he wants to exercise the Put Option.  Here are some of the most unintentionally funny lyrics I've ever read.




Ha Ha Ha (*gasp...wheez...gasp*) Ha Ha Ha

This sounds for all the world like a guy who is trying like hell to end a really shitty date with a girl who is just so fucking clingy.  Things are obviously going to get brutal fast if she doesn't leave soon.  The early days of Game are gone for this Player, he isn't willing to hop on just about anything that moves anymore.  Women, while once  an unbearable source of hopeless longing, have become a bother and a nuisance at this point.

He doesn't just have Options, he has Priorities.  

He is not seeing a night of wild, delicious carnal passion ahead.  No, he is looking at her and seeing two and half hours of sleep he won't be getting back.  He has got a meeting first thing in the morning that he has to be sharp for.  The snow is getting bad, so the driveway is going to have to be cleared before he can launch which means no breakfast, again.  And if he doesn't get this bitch on the road soon, she is going to be stuck there all damn night.  She is just not worth the bother, it's not like she brought her twin sister along.

Consent is so important and I'm not giving you mine.

Anyway, enjoy this rib tickler of a song while you still can because in case you are wondering, the answer is, no.  Baby It's Cold Outside, is NOT in public domain.  Thanks to the Huffington Post this idiot SJW couple has now been sky lined enough, that they will be staring down the barrel of an infringement letter shortly.


UPDATE:  I never did get around to finding out if they got a Cease and desist letter.  Turns out they did.




Friday, December 8, 2017

Someone At Bud Has A Sense of Humor Now?

Twenty years ago when craft breweries were called micros.  They had a fairly positive and cooperative relationship with the big boys.  

The micros knew that their stuff was qualitatively much better than Bud, Miller, Whathaveyou.  But they also knew there was no way in hell that they could produce their beer on the major's scale and maintain the quality.  Even if they had the money...which they didn't...it could not be done.

The kings of beer, found the little guys charming and unoffensive.  Having them around served to neuter any talk of monopolistic practices as well as giving them a warm and fuzzy about the good old days when beer actually was delivered by draft horses.  As for the micro market share, they lost more beer in road accidents than they did to those guys.

Ten years later, everything had changed.  The army of Davids and chewed off about twentyfive percent of Goliath's market share and the giant was now pissed.  Lots of nuisance suits flew all over the place.  They also used their legislative power to make life difficult for them.  Requiring that they pay to have spent grains be disposed of instead of selling it as cattle feed, just for example.

Finally the Busch family decided that the writing was on the wall and sold the family business to the Belgian booze mountain called, InBev.

More recently when their efforts to move into the craft market themselves failed.  They decided to try and hang on the blue collar market by making fun of craft beer.

Which lead to this commercial.


Not bad but one of the craft breweries decided to strike back and launched a beer called Dilly Dilly.

In response, Bud sent them the greatest infringement letter of all time.




I got to admit, the superbowl tickets were a nice touch.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Cataline Recommends: Shattered Sword: The Untold Story of Battle of Midway

Busy day today.  So this is my Pearl Harbor Day post.

My own little way of saying, suck it, Japan!



REPOST

Pawn Takes Castle
by Tom Freeman




You may feel that Shattered Sword: The Untold Story of Battle of Midway by  Jon Parshall and Anthony Tully, has an inaccurate title since few naval battles in history have had more stories written about them than Midway.

After having run the table for six months in 1942.  Admiral Yamamoto Isoroku, draws up plans to capture the island of Midway as a stepping stone for the conquest of Hawaii and then on to the West Coast of the US itself.  The Japanese empire is an unstoppable juggernaut at this point in time.

Then Commander Joe Rochefort, breaks enough of the JN-25 code to decipher that Objective AF is in fact Midway island.

Using that intelligence, Admiral Nimitz sends out a task force of three carriers to Yamamoto's four and in a titanic air/sea battle.  By daring and luck, the doomed island of Midway is saved.  The Teikoku Kaigun loses the carriers Akagi, Kaga, Hiryu and Soryu, at the cost of one US carrier, Yorktown. Ending any further hope of Japanese expansion in the Pacific and finally putting America on the offensive.

Funny thing about history, it can not help but tell you lies.

It's a matter of perception.  Thing One leads to Thing Two, which leads to Thing Three and on down the road to the Thing Ten which is the end of that chapter of the history book.  It tends to give you a sense of predestination that was usually never really there at all.

Thing Two might have happened for completely different reasons than Thing One.  Thing Two might have happened independently on it's own, regardless of what Thing One did or did not accomplish.

For instance Midway was hardly doomed.  There was no Japanese Marine Corps.  All landings were conducted by the Japanese Army.  What successes they had at amphibious operations were due to a complete lack of opposing forces.  Interoperability between the Japanese Army and the Navy was kept to an absolute minimum due to their mutual hatred of each other. There is always a degree of rivalry between a country's army and navy, it can in fact be healthy.  In Japan's case however the relationship had turned utterly toxic.  They actively and openly loathed each other to the point of actively sabotaging each others ongoing operations.

The invasion troops would have "landed," if that is even the word, on a coral reef that was two hundred meters from the beach.  They would have been wading in chest deep water for six hundred feet at a speed that was absolutely perfect for target practice.  No specialized equipment, no amphibious doctrine and no real training for this kind of frontal assault.

It would have still been possible to take the island if operational surprise had been absolute.

However.

There was a Japanese reconnaissance submarine parked just outside of Midway.  Her captain's reports should have wholly altered the operational plan or canxed it entirely. Yamamoto's Operation MI was heavily dependent on catching his OPFOR completely off guard.

The American PBYs at Midway were all gone from dawn to dusk. Which meant the Americans were patrolling heavily and at great range.  There were construction lights and heavy equipment activity running through out the entire night, every night. Which meant the Marines were digging in and digging in deep.  Beaches were being mined and barricaded.  The surf was also being mined and barricaded.  It would have been reasonable to assume that the Marines were entrenching their lines of communication, (which they were BTW) as well as entrenching themselves.  This was not the pointless activity of an ambitious base commander.  The Marines were clearly and obviously expecting a hell of a fight.

There would be no operational surprise.  The Japanese amphibious troops were doomed.

And yet Operation MI proceeded as if operational surprise was still in play.

The plan depended on overwhelming fire power and yet Yamamoto went into battle with the minimum force necessary because of frivolous operations around the Pacific rim.

Coral Sea should have been an overwhelming victory but the air arm had been so unsupported that two fleet carriers were put out action.

The Aleutians, often believed in the West to have been an integral part of Operation MI, was no such thing at all.  It was simply a defensive perimeter expansion that was conducted concurrently.  And one that sucked up resources that should have been used at Midway.

Lastly there was the operation itself.  Genda's plan featured an overly complicated deployment that had three task forces.  An amphibious task force.  The carrier task force.  And finally the main body battleship task force.  The desire to give dreadnoughts a role to play when they no longer had one is indicative of the penultimate problem the Teikoku Kaigun had prior to engagement at Midway.

The Victory Disease.

Shattered Sword is a compelling, well constructed and very engaging read, that tells a well known story in a very new way.  And shines a light at a new angle on the most important naval battle in the Pacific.  I highly recommend this book.