Feminists Demand: Get Your Wife in Line, Clarence Thomas
A woman's place is in the home, apparently
Right now, libs are screaming at anybody who dares to question someone who most likely will be the first black woman on the Supreme Court. At the same time, they’re screaming at the only black person currently on the Supreme Court because they want him to resign over something his wife did.
Waiting for all these feminists to explain why a man should be expected to control his wife.
Remember when America was this close to turning into The Handmaid’s Tale? Glad those days are over. Also, women are now the property of their husbands.
“Every woman is the author of her own life… er, unless we really hate her husband!” Libs will cast aside everything they claim to believe, just to gain a moment’s advantage. Then they wonder why we don’t trust them.
Ginni & Clarence are the new Bonnie & Clyde. Also, Hunter Biden has nothing to do with his dad.
If it turns out Clarence Thomas did something unethical or even criminal, let the chips fall where they may. But I don’t hate a black man for being a conservative on the Supreme Court, so I’ll leave the shrieking to the libs.
Oh, Joe Biden is doing just fine. Why do you ask?
What’s happening here is the significance of the passage of time.
The libs are really owning the doublethink space right now:
If there’s no set definition of “woman,” why did Biden need to nominate one?
Seems stupid and delusional to me. Guess that’s why I don’t qualify for a job at USA Today.
SPOILER-FREE SCREAM REVIEW: Finally saw the new one and kinda wish I hadn’t. It had a few clever moments here and there, and David Arquette was actually… good? Or at least better than anybody else onscreen. But the whole thing just left me hollow and depressed. “Oh, even more 27-year-old teenagers got gruesomely stabbed to death for no plausible reason? Yeah, great.”
The first one in ‘96 was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It critiqued its own genre while serving as a really good example of that genre. The sequels have struggled to recapture that energy and cleverness, and this latest one is even sillier and more contrived than I remember the series ever being.
They just reused the title Scream because the marquee was too small for The Same Crap Except Now the Doomed Teenagers Have Smartphones.
It constantly hits you over the head with the same metatextual Scream stuff: “See? We know this movie sucks! We’re making fun of how much it sucks, even as we’re making it suck. It’s not really a bad movie if we keep winking at you about how bad it is. Can’t you see how smart we are?!?”
This and the rebooted Halloween series keep trying to indict the audience for enjoying scenes of bloody murder, even as the filmmakers are laboriously depicting scenes of bloody murder. “Is this what you want, you sicko? You should be ashamed of yourself, watching this horrible crime we spent so much time replicating down to the last detail.” Yeah, go to hell.
The scariest part of the movie was the de-aging job they did on Skeet Ulrich. Plus, I knew who the killer was the second he or she showed up.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Scream No Number a C-.
I haven’t seen the new movie about Bruce Wayne being sad about his dead parents, because it’s three hours long and I’m an elderly gentleman with bladder-control problems. But you may have heard about the deleted scene Warner Bros. just released, in which Batman remembers how awesome The Silence of the Lambs was and decides to get some advice from the Joker. Er, I mean The Batman and No Definite Article Joker.
This is what all the fuss was about? Oh look, they focused on the wire mesh so his face is blurry. Amazing.
Barry Keoghan as the Joker is pretty creepy, I guess. I’ve seen him in several movies and still don’t understand why he’s in the movies, but nobody has tried Peter-Lorre-as-Joker before. So that’s something?
You can see why this scene was cut, because it’s not as if the Clown Prince of Crime has any brilliant insights to share with Batman. “What’s that you say, freako? The Riddler is a nobody who wants to be somebody? I might not be as different from my rogues gallery as I’d like to think? Let me just jot that down in my casebook!”
If the whole movie is like that, it only reinforces my decision to wait until I have a pause button. Do better, Hollywood.
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