Meet the Folkertsma

Marvin Folkertsma is someone I'd like to meet and not simply because we share the same hair stylist.

Oscars oddballs proclaim that the best movies are those bursting with themes they imagine must be dear to the hearts of average Americans: homosexuality and horses, rampant redneck racism, anti-Americanism so thick that you couldn’t dent it with a light saber, and one blasted turnip (The Johnny Cash movie—the only one worth its weight in microchips or celluloid, or whatever they make movies with these days). Now, I admit, I didn’t actually see any of these films. Didn’t want to; more important, didn’t have to. I didn’t read Mein Kampf all the way through, either. Why not? Didn’t need to; I got the gist after a few dozen pages.

My question is: why don’t those counter-cultural airheads just vent their fetid spleens on One Really Big Movie that combines everything they must spend their every waking moment thinking about? They could call it, Camelback Fountain, where a group of homosexual Muslim fanatics strap bombs around themselves while mounted on camels to patrol a water hole against predatory oil-sucking, racist Americans. Why don’t they just do this instead of dumping more trash on American consumers? Better yet, why didn’t films like Cinderella Man and Narnia receive awards?

Inconceivable!

Indeed.  But Dr. Folkertsma is only warming up.  Go now and read the rest and be prepared to nod in agreement (unless you're a moonbat... then be prepared to bust a vein).

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[MattyGabe]

http://www.worldmagblog.com/blog/archives/023234.html

Yeah, there are some moonbats for ya.