Kane Rose Up: Christogenesis and Taoist Indolence. Abaddon1215, the Futnuckery. The Tetramulleton. Le Solidaritot. Mikiavelli, crytpogenic dissipations. Triphammer. Der Gubermensch.
At the beanfield, the situation was going on, as mentioned earlier, and yet, other matters were afoot.
All tied up by the Nazi's, the handpuppet Hitler was telling Riggs, "I am going to hit you wis zis pencil."
"It's goan hurt, bro."
Socialism was washing over the land like a plague, as it were, anno domini 2020. There was a certain air of menace about the land. Uncertainty. F.U.D. Kareem Abdul Jabar was in his Krishna outfit again, walking around in the city yelling "Bring Out Your Dead!"; Flagg, the walking dude, would get at him in due time.
During the tribulation there would come three witness: is this Jesus, Peter, and John? Elijah, Moses, and Abraham? Kim, Kourtney and Kloey? Is the 12 headed beast the Dem primary?
Hell, yall. Let the bass player sing one, why don'tcha?
What's the worst that could happen?
*note: I hesitate to use the "audience participation" tag, however many people sing along with Timothy B. Schmidt, because the whole subtext is the current health "scare" or "anxiety", so do I call it participation if I mention plague and half the world catches the Coronavirus? Sounds too authoritarian, to me, like I'm trying to lay claim to something for myself, something that already belongs to the world proper.
The intense marauding duality of the "Bruno Mattei/Andrew Dawn" dichotomy.
It was called "Operation Sweet Death" or "P.E.A.C.E.". The white lady appropriated bushmen culture by getting naked and painting herself up, in order to make contact with the villagers. The idea was that those bushmen could relate to her better, talking to her while staring at her star insignia on both of her nipples.
Its a whole thing, the earth mother, dust calling to dust, man being but blood and dust, and then turning around, and the dead get up and kill. Then the people they kill get up and kill. Again, its a whole thing.
Bernie, throwing his chicken wing bones out the VW window, talking that "mad $hit" about Mayor Pete, vows to give us a plan, something maybe that everyone could fit into. Talkin' that mad $hit.
The rub, you kill them off in a couple of generations by providing sub-standard health care and starvation wages through entitlements, the unsavories, the unproductive, so then the workers may rise unhindered, save by a stray grannie or grampy, in order to seize the means of production from the wealthy elite.
And that plan, brought to us, by the political elite.
Also note the following: the cat was IN the old lady zombie's belly before she revived. That much makes it worth a watch. Otherwise its a rip-off: stealing soundtrack and various other elements from other films. Although I also observe that there are workable elements of the trailer that may be conformed into one of those big zombie apocalypse things, and yet the whole thing falls flat because it drags on a bit too long before the boobies make an appearance.
Its a form I saw with Vidmark/Trimark Pictures, in which the trailer gives away the entire plot of the film.
