Posted on 02/05/2026 5:04:20 AM PST by MtnClimber
“The world sees you now: not as compassionate warriors, but as spoiled, entitled, reality-denying tyrants in yoga pants, wielding guilt and hysteria like switchblades.” —LHGrey on "X".
The political grandstanding started way back in 1973 when the irascible Marlon Brando stayed home from the Academy Awards but sent an Apache princess, one Sacheen Littlefeather, to the podium to decline his award (Best Actor for The Godfather) on account of the 71-day standoff at the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota between federal agents and Oglala Lakota activists who had seized the little town of Wounded Knee.
After that, political “statements” at awards ceremonies of all kinds became modish, then obligatory, and now in the age of Lefty-left Woke Jacobin activism, all you get is one denunciation after another of the monster who lives in their heads: ChrumpChrumpChrump. Cue the audience of fellow “stars” for the also obligatory standing-O, which is really a test to see if any among them dare not join in the hosannahs — so they can be anathemized.
You are seeing sheer ritual performance by performers, the highest perq of stardom being the approbation of their peers, fellow performers — nevermind the lowly gorks out in Flyover Land who “consume” the products of pop culture. This is cliche narcissism-on-parade, of course, and is now so completely institutionalized in the pop culture industries that seemingly all actors, musicians, dancers, mimes, comics, and literary figures must act-out an activist fantasy or face the pretty extreme punishment of being run out of their business.
It’s all fake and pathetic, and the more they do it, the more their various culture industries suffer — to the point now that feature production in Hollywood was down over 16-percent in 2025. It’s dying in a self-reinforcing doom-loop. The reason is no secret, but it is dangerous to speak of it: the management of our “sense-making” institutions — movies being an important one — has been taken over by women (and womanish men) acting out Cluster-B psychodrama fantasies obsessively attacking “the patriarchy” — by which they mean (but cannot say) civilization itself, the thing sedulously built by men.
The latest wrinkle in this tragic saga is the psychodrama over ICE, the men tasked with finding and deporting people who came into the country illegally. The Cluster-B women mis-direct their nurturing instincts to rescue this politically-designated “oppressed minority,” overlooking the fact that not a few of these illegal aliens turn out to be murderous psychopaths. Conveniently, too, the illegal aliens also happen to be a very useful device for the Democratic Party to pad the census and provide illicit votes, all to keep the party in power and sustain its rackets.
President Trump completes the doom-loop circle because he is the mythic figure who prompts all the anxiety behind the “mass formation” phenomenon we are witnessing. Mr. Trump is patriarchy-in-action, so he must be destroyed by the goddess-heroines of show business. The goddess-heroines seem to believe they are ushering-in a Utopia of Nurture in which no oppressed minority will be left behind. That fantasy happens to intersect with the leveling fantasies of Karl Marx and his apostles, the mentors of the obscenely-rich denizens of Hollywood so eager to abolish obscene riches. So, you see how either stupid, or mentally-ill, or both, the people in show business can be.
Last night’s awards extravaganza was the Grammys, for music. The anti-ICE ritual flared in full effulgence with Song of the Year winner Billie Eilish — costumed not to look as a woman but rather like a piece of luggage — bathed in applause for heroically muttering, “F--- ICE,” after picking up her little golden gramophone statuette. Perfect.
Few musicians can make a dime anymore, and a very few of those few make billions while the rest starve. The record album was the supreme art-form of my generation, and it is long gone. Record labels don’t continue to exist when there are no records. Musical acts don’t get contracts and don’t get paid. Nobody listens to FM radio anymore and so nobody is introduced to new musical talent. Live music on the small club scale is dying because the drinks cost too much. Does anyone still have a quaint old home stereo, a gigantic wall-of-sound, with four-foot-high speakers? All I’ve got is a seven-inch Bluetooth speaker.
The lively arts are dying and the remaining lively artists are assisting with the suicide. Not far in the future, the motion picture might be a dead letter. Technology marches on. Immersion in human experience depicted on a silver screen, using the techniques of dramaturgy, will be supplanted, we’re told, by video games that put you immersively into “a world” where a story is spinning that you can now act-out a role in. You might see how that would entice an awful lot of people to check-out of reality altogether — and if that happens, you might well ask: who is left to run civilization? The answer you get will be: artificial intelligence, AI. Oh, great. But then, is it running civilization for all those pathetic people losing themselves in immersive video games? Or just for AI itself? And where does that take the human race?
Personally, I don’t expect it to work out that way. If I were disposed to investing money in the entertainment business, I’d build a theater for puppet shows. That’s the level our civilization-destroying antics are taking us to, with the Democratic Party leading the way.
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James Howard Kunstler ping
Interestingly enough, Sacheen Littlefeather (Brando’s stand-in) was a fraud. She had no Indian heritage.
Kind of like our gal Elizabeth Warren.
Brando’s “Indian Princess” was neither.
This shows how out of touch I am with the music industry. I didn’t even know Eilish released any songs last year.
Cacophony, kazoo and pennywhistle electronic squeaks and armpit-fart noises instead of instrumental music...
Interminable, pounding, monotonous, one- or two-chord sequences, repeated electronically and endlessly like the soundtrack of hell.
Lyrics that are pure obscenity and hostility to the perceived white, normal, male, 'opressor' class...
Nihilism and general destruction as the guiding muses: If violence or sexual license is not the point of the so-called 'song' then it is the meaninglessness of life and hopelessness of the individual as he floats through life seeking narcissistic gratification.
Basically, the Commies have indeed conquered the so-called music 'industry' and have reduced it to the hellscape that the workplaces, schools and universities now are.
The only restoring force is country music (the traditional kind), and the preserved classical, ecclesiatical, folk, old rock, jazz and American Songbook. Fans of which are keepers of the flame.
Don’t forget Rap
It’s Black history month!
Rap is the very pinnacle of Black American culture /s
So terrible. Beyond repulsive. A culture of rap serves as a communal expression of passive agression, banal satanism, and white hatred.
To see a total-body tatted up, purple-haired, pierced, white female singing along to the latest rap song is to witness such a huge cultural collapse.
And a staggering lack of insight of how destructive it is to all.
Major truth bomb right there.
>>This shows how out of touch I am with the music industry. I didn’t even know Eilish released any songs last year.<<
I’ll do one better than that: I didn’t even KNOW who she was.
Compared to today’s crap, Old School Rap is tame.
They will eventually have a category for “Best AI-Generated Song”, and the thing is, it will be better than the “human-generated” songs.
The day the music died was not 2/3/1959. It was more in the range of 1991.
Video killed the radio star.
MTV was a contributing factor - music videos were generally awful. However, actual concert video/audio on you tube is quite enjoyable, pre 1991ish.
I’m not clear on how Eilish made so much money. The model these days is pathetic. What did she sell?
Well said!
She's a whisper singer, it's quite odd.
I could not agree more.
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