Monday, March 23, 2020

not the time for political theater. "we're number two, so we try harder."


opposition party struggling to stay relevant, touching the third rail of delaying aid amidst the same talking points.

Meanwhile, Schumie was very non-specific in his complaints against the GOP-produced bill, and far be it from the two sides to construct a bill together.


Vote them all out, I say.  Every US Senator that is currently serving, as of March 23, 2020.

I think of old George writing the dialog, "we're down to the wire!".  He was keen early on to depict an apocalypse inside a news studio, and he would beckon his world to watch as news production was nationalized, as local stations closed due to the prevailing zombie menace.

He would say a few times, "they just couldn't 'get it together'".  And that phrase would stick with me, "get it together", the two sides hurtling towards one another like two runaway fully-loaded freights.  Later, at a further point in his end-of-the-world story, he coined another phrase, repeated in the work several times:  "kill the priest and burn the church!"  Like his attitude had advanced from dejection over the state, to a full-on out-and-out hatred of the system, meaning that he would as soon just go ahead and tear it all down, destroy it, rather than keep pleading for people to come together for the common good.

That was unfortunate of George, but then his work was speaking to the farthest extremes, which sort of explains why he didn't go farther in mainstream films: he was aiming at the fringes, thinking he had hit a mother lode of material that would relate to the mainstream.

Fact was, he just seemed not to like Reagan.  Sure, he wrote one while Jerry Ford was in office, but he saw an out for that, an end, and with the election of Carter, George decided to have a fantasy in the shopping mall.

Fantasy of not, he was keen on two points in the 1976/1978 piece: regular people were bad in groups.  and the opposition were a bunch of blood-thirsty thieves.

"They just couldn't get it together."



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