American retard

Movie News. A new film from Hollywood, Tropic Thunder, starring the excellent Ben Stiller is in trouble with the Politically Correct Police. The film satirises Hollywood, American patriotism and religiosity, over-realistic special effects, and the off-limits to humourists status of black and disabled people. But as well as gross out visual jokes it features quite a lot of more subtle humour.

Sounds to me as if it could be like a less offensive version of Little Britain or The League of Gentlemen.

The reason Tropic Thunder has upset America’s self – appointed Politically Correct Censors is its use of the word retard which, they complain, is insulting and demeaning to people with learning difficulties.

Well as control freaks they would say that wouldn’t they?

But why the fuss? You would think that in America to call someone a retard is a compliment. After all they elected one as President twice.

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Disaster Spreading Like Wildfire

The latest catastrophe to completely fail to knock the market forces worshipping Rabid Right out of their complacency over climate change is the fire currently consuming a huge tract of the most valuable real estate on the California coastline. Looking round American news and opinion blogs yesterday I was struck by the number of people enthusing about the business opportunities reconstruction will offer.
As usual their tunnel vision prevents them seing the big picture. But maybe Boggart Blog’s no nonsense approach can bring them back to reality.
The value of properties and woodland destroyed around Malibu is piddling; even the number of movie and television projects cancelled because stars faces, breasts and bulging biceps have melted is insignificant.
We only start to understand the scale of the disaster when we think about the cost of recreating that celebrity cosmetic surgery look so popular among showbiz people.
Hollywood insiders guess the cost of recreating Cher and Michael Jackson will bankrupt three major insurance companies. That’s before they get to Sharon Osbourne, William Shatner and Joan Rivers.

Holy City
Copenhagen Climate Talks Set To Fail

Bowling For Cult Status

Bowling for Cult Status.

London had hosted its first “Dude” convention, so named in honour of the central character in the cult movie The Big Lebowski.

Maybe I’m just getting old and grumpy but it seems to me the world if full to overflowing with cults (I said CULTS, OK?) Each cult spawns its crop of conventions of course, so why not The Big Lebowski, at least “Dude” clones do not dress as aliens and go around talking in funny voices and making hand gestures that would have christian fundamentalists diving for cover.
Cult followers, or in the case of cult gay movie Priscilla, Queen of the Desert camp followers perhaps, find an escape from the mind rotting tedium of modern life by dressing up as characters in films or TV shows, debating the philosophical significance of the fact that the Xnrg from Yarble galaxy are giant, talking turds or re-enacting famous scenes and trying to cop off with somebody dressed as a giant, talking turd. By comparison imitating The Dude who spends most of his life hanging around a bowling alley drinking White Russians and the remainder accidentally stealing money from the mob and trying not to get killed by the mob begins to look like the behaviour we associate with sane, rational people.

Doyens of cult follows are the Trekkies. Trekkies have been with us for years. Most are content to put on spandex suits and a pair of pointy ears or a cod Scottish accent but some extremists insist on putting half eaten Cornish Pasties on their heads and saying they are Klingons. So well entrenched in society are the Trekkies that many Universities now offer degree courses in Klingon studies. Oh well, I suppose it is as good a choice career wise as a degree in creative writing or sports centre management. The best thing about Trekkie conventions is that the good looking females simply put on spandex jump suits and draw a few lines on their noses or have henna tattoos on their necks. Why would a good looking female want to cover herself in strips of green plastic or be wrapped in aluminium foil.
Trekkies were followed by Whoies, fans of Doctor Who. (not to be confused with WHOIS, a way of finding out what subterranean stinkpit the bastard that hacked your computer might be hiding.) After that come Star Wars cult fanatics. Anyone know a collective noun for these? Starries sounds like a convention for celebrity stalkers while Waries are surely members of the Bush Administration.

I have nothing against cult members but I do wonder at their motivation. Surely a couple of hours in the pub on a Friday night will provide ample opportunity to meet people who dress outlandishly and talk absolute bollocks. Surely to acknowledge being a cult member is an admission of chronic sadness almost equal to being seen entering a line dancing club.
For asctors and writers /producers / directors being part of a cult show or movie is different of course. It means they will never have to work again. Which is nice as many never do work again.

Back to The Big Lebowski:

To make a White Russian
(click here for more cocktails)

Fill a tumbler with crushed ice and add

1 shot of Vodka
1 shot of Kahula (coffee liqueur)
float 1 shot of whipping cream on top of this.