Monday, March 20, 2023

I get deluded with false nostalgia sometimes; and sometimes I am duped by duplicitous terrorists.

 "Li'l Abner (1959) Best Quality". Charles D. August 10, 2022.



(As far as I know) there are no Confederal Statues honoring Confederal Generals or leaders in Champaign, Illinois--the "Land of Lincoln". Just one State up from the Mason-Dixon Line. //IN watching Lil Abner this morning, the actual movie proper and not a clip off of YouTube that I discovered last night, while under the influence of mind control that had been pummeling my brain for hours along with drugging---but the musical piece I postedy yesterday from that movie--that sounds like an economic analysis platform for either party of the U.S. in it's current mode of fiscal near-catastrophe, nearly on the edge of total collapse, the same indictments against leaders applied back in 1959 as are the same mantras repeated by either and/or both parties--I miscalculated the inherent racism of the H-wood industry and assumed that the types of people I grew up around who supported me in Champaign, the white folk--unpretentious but hip and cool anyway--not wealthy, but had enough. Had moral virtue that they spouted which may or may not have been a cultural dictate and nothing they truly clung to in the interior of their real selves. Treated me with kindness and respect. Some made sure that I was treated in a specially kind manner because they understood the hate that was going to be inflicted upon me and they protested it in their own, sweet way (later to be replaced by hostile and deadly types of people of the younger generation).
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What an assumption I had made about this film, yesterday night, placing my own experience into an H-wood movie featuring values that would today be almost grounds for legal action for discriminatory remarks in a film.
At 18 minutes into Lil Abner, I see that this Southern group assembled for a town meeting are proclaiming love and adoration for the Confederate General statue in the middle of the "town" square. The houses I see in this movie resemble the types of dwellings that were dotted all over Phuket when I first arrived here, back in 2002 or 2003--shortly before the Tsunami, maybe a year prior to that event. Now, like America, Phuket has the Nazi Lebensraum architecture of "Bauhaus" which has been a plague upon nature, spreading it's cement beehive structures throughout the land and then throughout the world.
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but Back in the day, honoring the Confederate General with zero people "of color" anywhere to be seen in this movie, really reflects a time when they were considered "invisible".
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I will not get or delve into more false memories of the "beauty" of the people of a State that bordered on a Slave State from the Confederacy, as Illinois was and is.
But I add this amendment to my post on this subject. Still, the clip I posted about politics and economics is as viable as socio-political-economic criticism then as it still is now. The entire movie is worth salvaging if only for these aspects of the film.

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Oops! Now at 19 minutes into the movie, there's a white male dressed as an "Indian" (now "Native American" or "Indigenous"--) wearing a leather outfit and fake feather and etc...so I must not judge the entire film based on 18 minutes worth of depiction of Southern culture which honors the fight against the Yankies by a song-and-dance routine (19 minutes). Apparently the "Indian" is thrilled about honoring the Confederate Cause to have a National Divorce from the "North", according to the implied premise of this movie. There may be some other "minorities" placed in roles in this film--undoubtedly all supporting whatever the song and dance forces them to dance to alongside their Yee-Haw neighbors (just remembering that tv show which had the same type of costumes and giggles and laughs comedy routines). I'm trying not to judge this film as being "racist" but it appears to be absolutely.

Why I wanted to watch this film in the first place is that most of the movies that do appear (free streaming) are usually about trauma, violence, murder, criminality, sleazy sexuality (supposedly "open-minded" if it involves homosexuality). The "comedies" are usually about blonde women with very white men who have happenstance love problems until the happy conclusion. The more "black" the actors, the more violent and sad and traumatizing the plot and script appears to be. I find that one of the most persistent terrorist attacks upon me is for white bigot expletives to begin telling me personal problems or made-up problems just because they want to dump negativity on me. Although H-wood appears to be "diversified" in colors and spectrums of skin and shade, the generalized compartmentalization of defining who gets to enjoy life with light-hearted fun and love as opposed to heavy and misery themes very often continues the color and race divide.

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