An even bigger outrage than Neil Patrick Harris in his skivvies, johnson literally bursting at the seams to taste that sweet & sour Oscars night wind.
Which is, come to think of it, eminently metaphorical, as most of Hollywood is a bigger collection of facile, racist, leftwing dicks than the cutting room floor at a eunuch factory:
I think it reflects the twilight of Obamunism, if not the Obamidency itself. Remember what these filthbags really believed back in 2008: that the Left had won for good, that conservatism was "dead," that they were in power forever, and it was all due and thanks and eternal putting glory be to their Luciferian "messiah". Of course, the Left always thinks they've won for good whenever they win a national election, but this was even more so because of the "historic" nature of the "First Black President". It was their ultimate dream come true, their ultimate revenge upon the America of the Founding Fathers, the ultimate vindication of their "right tribe".
And now it's all falling apart. The "moderate pragmatist" mask is completely off the loathsome visage of the Islamocommunist dictator. The lumpenproletariat has dumped him, wants nothing more to do with him, wants out from under him (double entendre emphatically intended). And the Left cannot accept it. The receding pendulum is simply too bitter a pill for them to swallow. So they double-down on and lash out in their angry, defiant, despicable radical extremism and scorching hatred. And that was what was on full display last night at the Oscars.
American Sniper hands-down deserved Best Picture. It didn't get it because it was never going to. Unless Michael Moore had been the director instead of Clint Eastwood.
If I'd have been watching the Oscars last night, I wouldn't have been in my undies. But I would have been mooning my TV for two hours.
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