Pretty funny that anyone thinks these 3-things go together in one person no matter what race they are.
they’re funny as hell and some are neurotic
how can they be racist depicted....they’re cracker cavemen looks like to me...
people are so ridiculous today....it’s no fun anymore
By depicting the Cro-Magnons as good dancers, great athletes and grand sexual partners, the show’s detractors argued, Cavemen was using black stereotypes for cheap racist laughs.
I thought the cavemen seemed a little light in the loafers.
Looks like this show not only has a bad hora encircling it, but bad juju too!
The archetypal Aryan hero, played by Charlton Heston, is bound and gagged, caged and (nearly) castrated, and finally made to stand trial for humanity's crimes against the earth. "He is the perfect American Adam to work off some American guilt feelings of self-hatred on," Pauline Kael wrote in her review of the film, catching an early whiff of what, as the series progressed, became an orgy of self-loathing.
"Planet of the Apes was anything but subtle. Its metaphorsfor race relations, imperialism, and the Cold Warwere broad enough to reach a wide audience, and the audience responded wildly; the film grossed $100 million (in today's dollars), spawned four sequels, a TV series, a Saturday-morning cartoon, a traveling theater troupe, and a slew of comic books (which, if childhood recollections serve me right, each came with their own 45 rpm record). "
The Apes of Wrath
The radical political history of Planet of the Apes.
(Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
Theres a man in the funny papers we all know (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
He lived ‘way back a long time ago (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
He dont eat nothin’ but a bear cat stew (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
Well this cat’s name is-a Alley Oop (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a chauffeur that’s a genuwine dinosawruh (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
And he can knuckle your head before you count to fawruh (Alley Oop, oop, oop-
oop)
He got a big ugly club and a head fulla hairuh (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like great big lions and grizzly bearuhs (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley Oop) He’s the toughest man there is alive
(Alley Oop) Wearin’ clothes from a wildcat’s hide
(Alley Oop) He’s the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)
He rides thru the jungle tearin’ limbs offa trees (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
Knockin’ great big monstahs dead on their knees (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
The cats don’t bug him cuz they know bettah (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
Cuz he’s a mean motah scootah and a bad go-gettah (Alley Oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley Oop) He’s the toughest man there is alive
(Alley Oop) Wearin’ clothes from a wildcat’s hide
(Alley Oop) He’s the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)
Thair he goes, look at that cave man go
He sure is hip ain’t he?
Like what’s happening?
He’s too much
Ride, Daddy, ride
Hi-yo dinosawruh
Ride, Daddy, ride
I saw the first episode...they do use racial stereotypes heavily....
Well, if the producers and writers were Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton, then there would be no problem. Those racists have been making their living off of being racists for decades.
As it is now, the PC police seems to be out in force dictating what can and can not be out there.
I think they should go for it for no other reason than that. PC has way too much control of our lives already.
I think people who get offended too much should have their television cancelled to their home. When they’ve grown up and can handle all types of comedy like satire, can handle race, religion and so on even when its made fun of.. then they will be allowed to have their television switched on again.
Only advanced nations have comedians. Third world primitive peoples rarely have comedians because they can’t handle their deeply held superstitions being made fun of.. or their leaders are too insecure to have a comedian point out hypocracy.
One evening after work, two friends, a homo sapiens and a Cro-Magnon, were sitting and drinking in a bar, arguing over which of them could make love the greater number of times in one night.
After going back and forth and deciding nothing, they agreed to settle the issue by going to the local girlie house and putting their boasts to the test - gathering experimental evidence, as it were.
A half hour later, they arrived at the house and made arrangements with the ladies of their choice. Then they went up to their rooms.
The homo sapiens energetically went at it with his lady, and, reaching up above the headboard with a pencil, made a “ | “ mark on the wall. Then he fell asleep.
In a couple of hours, he woke up and jumped into the saddle again, albeit a little less enthusiastically than the first time. When he finished, once again he reached up and marked a “ | “ on the wall. Then he fell asleep.
He woke up again a few hours later and lethargically made love to his lady one more time. Then, once again, he drowsily marked another “ | “ on the wall and fell asleep for the rest of the night.
The next morning, the Cro-Magnon barged into the homo sapiens’ room to see how they compared. Scratching his head in amazement at the power and stamina of his homo sapiens friend from work, the Cro-Magnon took one look at the wall and exclaimed, “A hundred and eleven??? You beat me by three!”
Really? Everybody? Then why do some people hang out in the middle of the street during heavy traffic, instead of normal places? Why do some people make as much noise as possible whenever they go out in public? Why do some people go out of their way to draw attention to themselves, often in a negative way? Are these behaviors beyond their control, or could it be they really don't want to fit in?
The Cavemen's message is not universal. It only appeals to those people who understand the desire to fit in. And no, that doesn't include everyone.
A famous American explorer is deep in the primeval jungle, going where no man has gone before. Accompanying him is his trusted guide, interpreter, cook, and troubleshooter all in one.
One day, early in the morning, they arrive at a lake fed by waters from melting ice high on a mountain, and find a handsome, naked, young Cro-Magnon man engaged in playful activities with eight or nine beautiful, young Cro-Magnon women, all dressed in animal skins.
The explorer is shocked to see that the young man has the biggest member the American has ever seen. It is far larger than anything he has ever imagined, and he asks his guide who this man is.
“He is the Prince of the Cro-Magnons who live on the other side of the lake, Sir,” the guide answers. “This is his morning ritual.”
“Ask him,” the awed Westerner says to his companion, “how his member got to be that size.”
The guide goes to the group and talks to the man, who seems to get very agitated by the conversation.
“Well, what did he say?” asked the explorer, when his assistant had returned.
“He said, ‘What do you mean how did it get to be that size? There’s nothing wrong with my member. Doesn’t the homo sapiens’ member shrink in cold water?’”
The Pope goes on a visit to the primeval wilderness, and is traveling along in his coach by the side of a large river. Soon, he catches sight of a Cro-Magnon man in the river, struggling and screaming, as he tries vainly to fight off a huge crocodile.
The Pope feels terrible as he realizes there is nothing he can do. Then, suddenly, two homo sapiens males leap into the water, drag the Cro-Magnon and the croc to land, and beat the crocodile to death with sticks.
The Pope is really impressed by this. He goes over to where the two men are standing next to the bleeding and unconscious Cro-Magnon, and says, “Congratulations; that was the most wonderful thing you two men did! I know it is men like you who will rebuild this wilderness as an example of caveman harmony.”
Then the Pope goes on his way.
After he’s left, one of the homo sapiens turns to the other and says, “Who was that?”
The other replies, “That was the Pope; he’s in direct communication with God and thus knows everything.”
At this, the first homo sapiens replies with skepticism, muttering, “Well... maybe but he didn’t seem to know much about crocodile fishing.”
...I mean, stupid, this is just stupid. The liberals have ruined us.
Wait until they bitch that there are no Black or Asian cavemen.
I guarantee you that these very same people who think that the “Cavemen” are a laugh a minute would NEVER dress up a group of black people as apes and then use them in a Geico Insurance commercial. END of story!