niktemadur

the problem is fear mongering by the likes of Fox

And that’s how you keep rednecks from red states feeling superior… through outright lying.

Back in the Cold War days, Albania was the poorest and most undernourished country in all of Europe, yet the population believed they were the richest.
The method for spreading this type of lie has been adopted and polished by the right-wing propaganda machine.

Who’s doing the work in the fields?
Immigrants, mostly from Latin America.

Blatant hysterical lies do not fall under “news” nor “entertainment”, rather under propaganda.

Halfway between a pizza and a pineapple!

Starshit Poopers

I would like to know more.

I see what you’re saying. But what if we tweak things a little:
Math is real, it is numbers that are invented, the discreet packets in a ruler, a measuring stick. Like an imaginary line in a grid, such as the tropics and equator.

They are incapable of understanding that it is the lack of progressive policies that keep their region a neglected backwater.

I know a Reverend Kolunda reference when I see one.
It’s Insane, This Guy’s Taint:

“Be kind, rewind… re-wind? Who fights the wind?”
“The Windbreaker!”
“Precisely! Let’s go!”

Meth and cousins is what gets the job done in those there parts.

Then the terrible roads must somehow be the fault of "those libruls’, when there’s not a liberal in sight as far as the crow flies for a couple of days at least.

When you turn on Fox News for news about foxes, but turn into a conspiracy theory-following reactionary right-wing imbecile.

HEAR HEAR!

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Twitter! imitation social network spread.

I’ve yet to see vertical comic strips, those guys deadpanning then cheering, or Batman interrogating The Joker, something-something “I can’t believe I accidentally the Coke bottle”.

Echoes of The Graduate…

“I’ve got one word for you, Benjamin. One word only. Are you listening?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Plastics.”

Meditation is better advice. By which I mean doing the exercises to approach grounding oneself in the present, sensing and feeling things from that perspective, instead of the YESTERDAY and TOMORROW clashing storms inside our minds.
But one can’t just start meditating one day - “from zero to sixty”, so to speak - and expect immediate results. It’s a discipline, like brushing your teeth every day.

You know… I’ve never really thought about it that way, but my three favorites may be the same most watched.
2001: A Space Odyssey
The Empire Strikes Back
Miller’s Crossing

Sometimes I’ll watch Miller’s Crossing with English subtitles/captions, just to take in all that insane and masterful dialogue, it truly is as if William Shakespeare had written a 1920s mob tragicomedy.

You ain’t got a license to kill bookies and today I ain’t sellin’. So take your flunky and dangle!

Isn’t Grosse Pointe Blank from around '98 or ‘99?
That’s when VHS was on its’ very last legs. I think my first DVD player was from around 2001, by that time the graph line of DVD rising and VHS falling had already intersected, and this was in Mexico, I’m not sure when other parts of the world made the transition, say in the US, Europe or Japan it happened earlier.

That mid-Almodovar peak was incredible, now that you mention it. My personal favorite from that time has to be Habla Con Ella (Talk To Her), in parallel Woody Allen filmography terms I would equate it with Hannah & Her Sisters, in artistic achievement.

Barry Lyndon is currently a rising “underrated masterpiece” topic with most of the best film critic podcasters. My personal favorite film has nearly always been 2001: A Space Odyssey, but I just recently rewatched Barry Lyndon and man… in any other filmography this would have stood alone at the top.
And we still have the rest of Kubrick’s work to contend with… Dr. Strangelove, The Shining, Paths Of Glory, Eyes Wide Shut… it’s just ridiculous.

For a long time now, I’ve regarded two people as my artistic heroes of the 20th century: Stanley Kubrick and John Coltrane. Mark Rothko could be up there, too, I cannot imagine my day-to-day life without his work to stop and look at, or to simply have as a presence in my surroundings.