Worst Movie Ever!

LINH DINH

[Flo in Scranton, PA reading my last publishable book, as photographed by Chuck Orlowski on 6/1/23]

With impending world war, economic collapse, social mayhem, geoengineered climate chaos, genocidal doctors, bullshitting journalists, pedophiles in office, bought politicians spewing unctuous nonsense nonstop, sexual freaks celebrated, ugliness glamorized, children sexualized, men feminized or turned into meatheads, cowering academics, complicit intellectuals, language debased, idiocy normalized, barbarity erupting and incontinent, new words for novel crimes, jugging, ram raid, ATM skimming and flash mob shoplifting, etc., and random attacks no longer so unusual, is there anything to be upbeat about?

New York Post on 6/9/23, “NYC mob pummels boy, 13, in subway, steals his hat and shoe.”

Why would anyone steal just one shoe?

The aim, then, wasn’t robbery but public humiliation, or letting off some steam, as Rush Limbaugh said of American soldiers stripping Iraqis then stacking them onto pyramids. At least one female grunt loved it. Undoubtedly, most Americans have forgotten this shameful episode. Iraqis haven’t.

Like God’s Chosen, Sam can do no wrong. That’s why they’re perfect together. Guess who’s on top, snapping a leather whip, and who’s always catching? Samuel loves it.

On Mother’s Day, 5/14/23, two teens were robbed and forced to strip naked in Richmond, Virginia. Their two assailants, also teenagers, then released a four-minute video of his outrage.

WWBT:

“We found out that the video had not been reported to the police department. That’s the first thing that bothers me about our community. They did not report the crime, but they spread it all over social media,” United Communities Against Crimes Charles Willis said.

[…]

Once the victims are naked, the suspects make them do jumping jacks and then tell them to run away through the neighborhood at the end.

There is also a video recording of one of the suspects who went on Instagram Live to show, gloat and laugh about the incident with another person.

There’s often a sexual component to violence. Prone, a wounded or dead body can’t thwart further humiliation. Often, it’s already naked, at least partially. Put in its place, this other flesh must cooperate with your elaborately justified rage, revenge or love. You did try a much gentler approach, did you not? Now, it’s final. You won it fair and square.

With babies twerking, six-year-olds pole dancing, eight-year-olds becoming porno junkies and nine-year-olds being tutored, in public or private school, on how to pleasure 7, 62 or 107 gender identities, we’re more sexed up than ever. As always, though, we have no reliable outlets besides our tired, hairy hands. When our civilizational dams break, how sick and widespread will that deluge of sexual violence be?

On 5/1/23 in Hillcrest Heights, MD, three boys aged 14, 15 and 15 boarded a school bus to kill a 14-year-old boy, but their only gun malfunctioned. The organizer of this hit was a 14-year-old girl.

On 5/15/23 in Memphis, a 15-year-old, Demarion Tackett, shot to death a 76-year-old street vendor known as Watermelon Man. This reminds me of Seattle’s Tuba Man. A fixture outside the city’s sport venues, Edward McMichael was punched and kicked to death by a mob of black teens, after they had robbed him.

On 6/1/23, a reader alerted me to a video of a white woman of roughly 40-years-old convulsing on a suburban or small town street. It appears to be the northeast of the USA. From inside his house, a man records this spectacle.

“Holy shit! No! You should look out your window, buddy,” he calls to his young daughter.

In the background is En Vogue singing “You’re Never Gonna Get It!”

You never was this nice, you can't fool me (Ooooh, bop...)
Now you talking like you made a change
The more you talk, the more things sound the same

When the girl wants to see what’s on his phone, her dad says, “No! Then I can’t record this.”

Then, “The cops are going to come.”

Girl, “Why?”

“Because she’s on drugs.”

Busy with videotaping, he doesn’t call the cops, however, and he does nothing as she risks being hit by cars. “Oh shit, she got up! She’s going into the street. She’s going to get hit by a car!” A garbage truck drives by.

For 25 seconds, the girl laughs hysterically, until her dad stops her, “Hey, that’s enough. Enough.”

Across the street, there’s a mailman on his route. With violent crooks looking to steal his master keys, he has enough on his mind, I suppose, so pays no attention to this wretch. To the man, girl, mailman and passing motorists, she’s just another brain fried zombie in today’s America. In Philadelphia’s Kensington neighborhood, there are dozens like her on display daily.

The videotaping man likely wanted an even more grotesque show, if not snuff film. To become internet sensations, people have even gotten themselves injured or killed. Everybody wants to be a star.

Falling off the ledge of a skyscraper while doing handstands is a worthwhile risk to achieve 15 seconds of fame. It beats watching TikTok nonstop next to a giant bowl of Cheetos while listening to drill rap and masturbating.

The purpose of life has become to film and to be filmed. Frankly, I shouldn’t talk, for my YouTube videos are among the worst.

Since cameras are everywhere, everyone is acting even more self-consciously. Man has never been more pretentious, or life more histrionic, thus more unnatural. Dylan Mulvaney is emblematic. Grotesque men in drag supplant real women. Only animals, the few that are left, are blessedly themselves.

With the worst directors, actors, extras and plot, we’re in the worst movie ever. It’s hard to believe that just 25 years ago, this sick production wasn’t even possible, for we only had TV screens to pollute and deform us. Now, nearly everyone has instant and irresistible access to unreality at any time, anywhere. Sleeping back-to-back, couples stare at bullshit. Mesmerized by bullshit, Generation Z has the hardest time seeing and hearing anything that’s not pixelated bullshit.

Even the crappiest movie must have some sort of climax, for endless shootings, robberies, carjackings, ram raids, random attacks and young men falling off buildings can’t be exciting forever.

That’s why there’s a near universal yearning for something much more awesome or even definitive, so many more corpses, please, and much bigger explosions! Life has never been so boring.

In 1873 or so, Rimbaud wrote, “This poison will remain in all our veins even when, the fanfare turning, we shall be given back to the old disharmony.”

If anything resembling that old disharmony would return, but I doubt it, for the dominant wish, at least in the West, is mass suicide.

People want to cancel not just their culture and sanity, but themselves. Jewjabs are only the antipasti. Billions want to be boostered into hell.

It’s not entirely hopeless. There are pockets of sanity. Get yourself into one.

[Pakse, 6/10/23]

[Pakse, 6/9/23]

[Pakse, 6/9/23]

Source: Postcards from the End