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SOMEHOW I never uploaded this piece I did back in February 2022. Drew it when I was reviewing Porky the Gob because I was so flabbergasted at how ugly he looked in some scenes... always getting the short end of the stick!!
#pull up the cartoon and go to the 2:30 mark and you'll see what i mean#WAIT i actually think that scene was in one of the Mel Yell polls. maybe dig through those instead. or don't because he looks rancid#sorry Gil Turner#looney tunes#porky pig#lt#porky the gob#hardaway#dalton
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Termite Terrace Club - December 17th
1932 - Bosko’s Woodland Daze - Dir. Hugh Harman
1938 - Porky the Gob / Count Me Out - Dir. Ben Hardaway and Cal Dalton
1955 - Pappy’s Puppy - Dir. Friz Freleng
1960 - Lighter Than Hare - Dir. Friz Freleng
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Holidays 12.17
Holidays
Accession Day (Bahrain)
Australian Christmas (in “Team Fortress 2”)
Clean Air Day
Cork Day (French Republic)
Day of Ancient Briton
Declaration of the Rights of Peasants Anniversary Day
Depp Movie Night
Druk Gyalpo National Day (Bhutan)
Flag Day (Kurdistan)
International Day To End Violence Against Sex Workers
International Jewish Book Day [5th Day of Tevet]
International Talk with a Fake British Accent Day
John Greenleaf Whittier Day
Kurdish Flag Day
Loki’s Birthday
MegaMan Day
National Day (Bahrain, Bhutan, Qatar)
National Device Appreciation Day
National Heroes and Heroines Day (Anguilla)
National Pensioners Day (India)
Pan American Aviation Day
Revolution and Youth Day (Tunisia)
The Simpsons Day
Sow Day (Orkney Islands)
Take a New Year’s Resolution to Stop Smoking
Wright Brothers Day
Yuletide Lad #6 arrives (Askasleikir or Bowl-Licker; Iceland)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cookie Cutter Day
National Growler Day [dates varies]
National Maple Syrup Day
3rd Sunday in December
Hammock Day (Australia) [3rd Sunday]
Hang the Mistletoe Day [3rd Sunday]
3rd Sunday in Advent [2nd Sunday before Xmas] (a.k.a. ...
Advent Sunday
Detinjci (Serbia)
Gaudete Sunday
Joy Sunday
Rose Sunday
Zoology Day [3rd Sunday]
Independence Days
Altavia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]
El Dorado (Declared; 2007) [unrecognized]
Ellesmere (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]
Zenrax (Declared; 1999) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Barbaras (Christian; Saint)
Begga (Christian; Saint)
Bergmann (Positivist; Saint)
Daniel the Prophet (Christian; Saint)
Feast of Babalu Aye (Healer of Deadly Diseases; Yoruba/Santeria)
Feast of the Fairy Godmothers
Hagoita Ichi (Sensoji Temple, Japan)
Josep Manyanet i Vives (Christian; Saint)
Lazarus of Bethany (Cuba; Christian; Saint)
Little Bird (Muppetism)
Martyrdom Day of Sri Guru Tag Bahadur Ji (Punjab, India)
Martyrdom of Hazrat Fatemeh (Iran)
Olympias the Deaconess (Christian; Saint)
O Sapientia (1st O Antiphon or Great Advent Antiphon; Christian) [O Wisdom; 1 of 7]
Paul Cadmus (Artology)
Paul César Helleu (Artology)
Procession of Agnios Dionysios (Greece)
Wivina (Christian; Saint)
Sacco & Vanzetti Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Saturnalia begins (Ancient Rome) [thru 12.23]
Saturnalia Day 1: Day of Saturn (Pagan)
Sloth Day (Pastafarian)
Sturm (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Friday the 17th (Unlucky Day; Italy) [Friday the 17th]
Perilous Day (13th Century England) [32 of 32]
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Premieres
All That Glitters or Baby, It’s Gold Outside (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 239; 1963)
An American Tragedy, by Theodore Dreiser (Novel; 1925)
Behind the Green Door (Adult Film; 1972)
Boris Wheels and Deals or A Profit Without Honor (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 240; 1963)
Bosko’s Woodland Daze (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)
Chicken Little (Disney Cartoon; 1943)
Count Me Out (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)
The Dark Crystal (Film; 1982)
Diamonds Are Forever (US Film; 1971) [James Bond #7]
The Front Page (Film; 1974)
Heart of a Dog, by Mikhail Bulgakov (Novel; 1925)
The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (Film; 2014) [Hobbit #3]
Hunky Dory, by David Bowie (Album; 1971)
King Kong (Film; 1976)
Lassie Come-Home by Eric Knight (Short Story; 1938)
Laughter in the Dark, by Vladimir Nabokov (Novel; 1932)
Life on Mars, by David Bowie (Song; 1971)
Lighter Than Hare (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)
Magnolia (Film; 1999)
The Man Who Would Be King (Film; 1975)
Monster (Film; 2003)
Mother/Android (Film; 2021)
A Muppets Christmas: Letters to Santa (TV Special; 2008)
Nightmare Alley (Film; 2021)
Pappy’s Puppy (WB MM Cartoon; 1955)
Porky the Gob (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)
Rabid Rider (WB LT Cartoon; 2010)
Radio, Radio, by Elvis Costello, performed live on SNL instead of the approved Less Than Zero, getting himself banned (Song; 1977)
The Return of the King (Film; 2003) [Lord of the Rings #3]
The Simpsons (Animated TV Series; 1989)
Sleeper (Film; 1973)
Spanglish (Film; 2004)
Spider-Man: No Way Home (Film; 2021)
The Stand (TV Mini-Series; 2020)
Stuart Little (Film; 1999)
Symphony No. 8 (a.k.a. the Unfinished Symphony), by Franz Schubert (Symphony; 1865)
The Tender Bar (Film; 2021)
Tobacco Road, by Erskine Caldwell (Novel; 1932)
Tootsie (Film; 1982)
Trail of the Pink Panther (Film; 1982)
Iron: Legacy (Film; 2010)
The Wanting Seed, by Anthony Burgess (Novel; 1962)
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape (Film; 1989)
Wind & Wuthering, by Genesis (Album; 1976)
Yes Man (Film; 2008)
Yogi Bear (Film; 2010)
Today’s Name Days
Jolanda, Lazarus, Viviana (Austria)
Dana, Danail, Danaila, Daniela (Bulgaria)
Hijacint, Lazar, Modest (Croatia)
Daniel (Czech Republic)
Albina (Denmark)
Rahel, Raili (Estonia)
Raakel (Finland)
Adélaïde, Gaël, Judicaël, Olympe (France)
Jolanda, Lazarus, Viviana (Germany)
Daniel, Dionysis, Iakhos (Greece)
Lázár, Olimpia (Hungary)
Lazzaro (Italy)
Brunhilde, Hilda, Teiksma (Latvia)
Drovydė, Jolanta, Mantgailas, Olimpija (Lithuania)
Inga, Inge (Norway)
Florian, Jolanta, Łazarz, Olimpia, Warwara, Żyrosław (Poland)
Daniel (Romania)
Varvara (Russia)
Kornélia (Slovakia)
Lázaro, Yolanda (Spain)
Stig (Sweden)
Daniel (Ukraine)
Eleazar, Lazar, Lazaro, Lazarus, Olympia, Orval, Orville, Storm, Stormie, Stormy, Wilbert, Wilberta, Wilbur (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 351 of 2024; 14 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 7 of week 50 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 20 of 28]
Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 5 (Ji-You)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 5 Teveth 5784
Islamic: 4 Jumada II 1445
J Cal: 21 Zima; Sevenday [21 of 30]
Julian: 4 December 2023
Moon: 28%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 15 Bichat (13th Month) [Bergmann]
Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 7 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 85 of 89)
Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 26 of 30)
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Holidays 12.17
Holidays
Accession Day (Bahrain)
Australian Christmas (in “Team Fortress 2”)
Clean Air Day
Cork Day (French Republic)
Day of Ancient Briton
Declaration of the Rights of Peasants Anniversary Day
Depp Movie Night
Druk Gyalpo National Day (Bhutan)
Flag Day (Kurdistan)
International Day To End Violence Against Sex Workers
International Jewish Book Day [5th Day of Tevet]
International Talk with a Fake British Accent Day
John Greenleaf Whittier Day
Kurdish Flag Day
Loki’s Birthday
MegaMan Day
National Day (Bahrain, Bhutan, Qatar)
National Device Appreciation Day
National Heroes and Heroines Day (Anguilla)
National Pensioners Day (India)
Pan American Aviation Day
Revolution and Youth Day (Tunisia)
The Simpsons Day
Sow Day (Orkney Islands)
Take a New Year’s Resolution to Stop Smoking
Wright Brothers Day
Yuletide Lad #6 arrives (Askasleikir or Bowl-Licker; Iceland)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cookie Cutter Day
National Growler Day [dates varies]
National Maple Syrup Day
3rd Sunday in December
Hammock Day (Australia) [3rd Sunday]
Hang the Mistletoe Day [3rd Sunday]
3rd Sunday in Advent [2nd Sunday before Xmas] (a.k.a. ...
Advent Sunday
Detinjci (Serbia)
Gaudete Sunday
Joy Sunday
Rose Sunday
Zoology Day [3rd Sunday]
Independence Days
Altavia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]
El Dorado (Declared; 2007) [unrecognized]
Ellesmere (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]
Zenrax (Declared; 1999) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Barbaras (Christian; Saint)
Begga (Christian; Saint)
Bergmann (Positivist; Saint)
Daniel the Prophet (Christian; Saint)
Feast of Babalu Aye (Healer of Deadly Diseases; Yoruba/Santeria)
Feast of the Fairy Godmothers
Hagoita Ichi (Sensoji Temple, Japan)
Josep Manyanet i Vives (Christian; Saint)
Lazarus of Bethany (Cuba; Christian; Saint)
Little Bird (Muppetism)
Martyrdom Day of Sri Guru Tag Bahadur Ji (Punjab, India)
Martyrdom of Hazrat Fatemeh (Iran)
Olympias the Deaconess (Christian; Saint)
O Sapientia (1st O Antiphon or Great Advent Antiphon; Christian) [O Wisdom; 1 of 7]
Paul Cadmus (Artology)
Paul César Helleu (Artology)
Procession of Agnios Dionysios (Greece)
Wivina (Christian; Saint)
Sacco & Vanzetti Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Saturnalia begins (Ancient Rome) [thru 12.23]
Saturnalia Day 1: Day of Saturn (Pagan)
Sloth Day (Pastafarian)
Sturm (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Friday the 17th (Unlucky Day; Italy) [Friday the 17th]
Perilous Day (13th Century England) [32 of 32]
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Premieres
All That Glitters or Baby, It’s Gold Outside (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 239; 1963)
An American Tragedy, by Theodore Dreiser (Novel; 1925)
Behind the Green Door (Adult Film; 1972)
Boris Wheels and Deals or A Profit Without Honor (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 240; 1963)
Bosko’s Woodland Daze (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)
Chicken Little (Disney Cartoon; 1943)
Count Me Out (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)
The Dark Crystal (Film; 1982)
Diamonds Are Forever (US Film; 1971) [James Bond #7]
The Front Page (Film; 1974)
Heart of a Dog, by Mikhail Bulgakov (Novel; 1925)
The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (Film; 2014) [Hobbit #3]
Hunky Dory, by David Bowie (Album; 1971)
King Kong (Film; 1976)
Lassie Come-Home by Eric Knight (Short Story; 1938)
Laughter in the Dark, by Vladimir Nabokov (Novel; 1932)
Life on Mars, by David Bowie (Song; 1971)
Lighter Than Hare (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)
Magnolia (Film; 1999)
The Man Who Would Be King (Film; 1975)
Monster (Film; 2003)
Mother/Android (Film; 2021)
A Muppets Christmas: Letters to Santa (TV Special; 2008)
Nightmare Alley (Film; 2021)
Pappy’s Puppy (WB MM Cartoon; 1955)
Porky the Gob (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)
Rabid Rider (WB LT Cartoon; 2010)
Radio, Radio, by Elvis Costello, performed live on SNL instead of the approved Less Than Zero, getting himself banned (Song; 1977)
The Return of the King (Film; 2003) [Lord of the Rings #3]
The Simpsons (Animated TV Series; 1989)
Sleeper (Film; 1973)
Spanglish (Film; 2004)
Spider-Man: No Way Home (Film; 2021)
The Stand (TV Mini-Series; 2020)
Stuart Little (Film; 1999)
Symphony No. 8 (a.k.a. the Unfinished Symphony), by Franz Schubert (Symphony; 1865)
The Tender Bar (Film; 2021)
Tobacco Road, by Erskine Caldwell (Novel; 1932)
Tootsie (Film; 1982)
Trail of the Pink Panther (Film; 1982)
Iron: Legacy (Film; 2010)
The Wanting Seed, by Anthony Burgess (Novel; 1962)
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape (Film; 1989)
Wind & Wuthering, by Genesis (Album; 1976)
Yes Man (Film; 2008)
Yogi Bear (Film; 2010)
Today’s Name Days
Jolanda, Lazarus, Viviana (Austria)
Dana, Danail, Danaila, Daniela (Bulgaria)
Hijacint, Lazar, Modest (Croatia)
Daniel (Czech Republic)
Albina (Denmark)
Rahel, Raili (Estonia)
Raakel (Finland)
Adélaïde, Gaël, Judicaël, Olympe (France)
Jolanda, Lazarus, Viviana (Germany)
Daniel, Dionysis, Iakhos (Greece)
Lázár, Olimpia (Hungary)
Lazzaro (Italy)
Brunhilde, Hilda, Teiksma (Latvia)
Drovydė, Jolanta, Mantgailas, Olimpija (Lithuania)
Inga, Inge (Norway)
Florian, Jolanta, Łazarz, Olimpia, Warwara, Żyrosław (Poland)
Daniel (Romania)
Varvara (Russia)
Kornélia (Slovakia)
Lázaro, Yolanda (Spain)
Stig (Sweden)
Daniel (Ukraine)
Eleazar, Lazar, Lazaro, Lazarus, Olympia, Orval, Orville, Storm, Stormie, Stormy, Wilbert, Wilberta, Wilbur (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 351 of 2024; 14 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 7 of week 50 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 20 of 28]
Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 5 (Ji-You)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 5 Teveth 5784
Islamic: 4 Jumada II 1445
J Cal: 21 Zima; Sevenday [21 of 30]
Julian: 4 December 2023
Moon: 28%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 15 Bichat (13th Month) [Bergmann]
Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 7 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 85 of 89)
Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 26 of 30)
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Hello dearest Skippy xxx been watching the snippets of this joke of an interview & reading the ‘script’ and well it’s just embarrassing…I’m actually embarrassed for MM…she does the Joey from Friends “smell the fart acting” where she stops and takes a long pause..looks into the distance with confusion then speaks. She’s possibly the worst liar iv ever come across its blindingly obvious she’s telling giant porkies all the way through! and not just from the laughable crap that’s coming out of her gob but the many head movements, eye movements, rapid blinking, fidgeting, all subconscious bodily movements that happen when lying..but you can just see it in her face anyway - that smug sneer of hatred & resentment - the eyes are the window to the soul and hers are cold evil & empty.
Nobody with any discernible brain cells would believe a word of this steaming pile of bullshit! The queen was probably laughing into her tea & crumpets this morning at the pathetic shit show from a now very middle aged & rough looking, wrinkle necked, puffy faced MM.
Oh and Kate making her cry hahaha!! Probably yes…Kate walking past radiating sunshine looking so regal elegant & stunning…its enough to bring any low class ageing prostitute to tears.
Thank you...😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
3/9/21
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Since I rant enough about the wizening Ma and Pa received in Sinnoh it's only right to wreak bloody rhetorical vengeance elsewhere:
However harsh it may be, I'm glad Takeshi Shudo isn't alive to witness the hateful desecration of his legacy.
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In a universe where no one's allowed to age, why are the modern Jessie and James so withered and decrepit?
Dragon Ball has been on for more than three decades. Its stars were permitted to grow up, because the head can cope with the opportunities this offers.
Yet Goku, Krillin, Bulma et al bear a greater similarity to their younger selves than these gurning invertebrates do to Team Rocket, wearing a papery approximation of their skin.
Akira Toriyama is actually concerned about his life's work, still coming up with interesting concepts, brand-new characters, and most importantly, values his audience by keeping to the established canon.
If a Dragon Ball fan reads this, I am so jealous of you.
Consider yourselves fortunate not to have seen the thing you loved the most pulverised and the resulting glutinous mass moulded back into makeshift sloppy cadavers.
Look at the state of that man! That's a good picture these days!
Why have the eyelid lines turned into upside down bags?
And why has she collected her lashes for this particular screen shot?
On eyes with a strangely feline slant...
Has she had a face lift?
Get yer money back on that one, love.
And why has he marks under his eyes and round his flapping gob to add the hint of exhaustion?
And why don't her lips reach the edge of her mouth anymore?
And why must he display Beaver Toof, as if he's only got six pegs left?
Giving it to him but not her implies she's lost the lot, needing to gum objects for a result.
And why do her low-slung ears consist only of lobe?
And why can you see his featureless lugs? Why does his barnet stand outwards in tentacles like he's taken to wearing a floppy Starmie?
What's that's meant to be, purple dreadlocks?
And why is her hairline curved and absolutely straight, like a bad wig, apart from the perfunctory bits to the side, which I guarantee won't alter their position throughout the run?
Hair used to move about, now by law there's a set pattern which cannot change. Stamp that life out immediately.
And what's that flaccid growth between his weary peepers? Is that meant to be fringe?
PFFFT!!!
And why are her digits just as thick and oblong as his?
It ain't fingers. It's trotters.
And why's he got a back to his throat, but she hasn't?
And why are we forced to witness it? You can see all the way to his dangler!
The great gaping pink cave looks like the end of Looney Tunes when Porky Pig pops up and stammers: "That's all folks!"
Remember a lack of Beaver Toof? And triangular mouths?
Remember when Meowth was a cheeky, spirited little cat, not a middle-aged human midget, an emaciated wreck bored of it all?
Remember when it wasn't deemed necessary to expose us to internal organs?
And when James was a handsome, hysterically camp dandy, not a creepy, snot-ridden science dweeb?
And when Jessie was a beautiful, stylish young girl, hot-tempered but loyal, not a sullen, cold, reptilian, Botoxed-to-the-gills gorgon?
Remember when Team Rocket were fun? And attractive?
Remember when they had joy in their hearts in spite of their poverty? And vim? And hope?
Remember them acting with flair and imagination?
Remember when their schemes had variety?
Remember when they had more than a single disguise per era?
Remember when they had many occupations? And were good at them?
Remember when they'd have a go at everything and weren't reduced to flipping condemned meat in a grotty burger van FOR THREE YEARS?!
Remember when those in charge didn't despise them, when they got happy endings?
Remember split screens? And face faults? And background tones? And purple streaks down your cheeks?
Remember big, bright open eyes, not shrunken, sagging and empty holes afflicted by glaucoma?
Remember when Jessie had eyelashes?
Remember when Pokémon was an anime?
And when James had a fringe, not a bent swelling like a balloon animal?
And when the artist could be arsed to draw Meowth's Charm properly?
Remember when the voices weren't nails down a blackboard?
When Meowth didn't sound like a wedge of coal grinding beneath an oil-deprived door?
When Jessie's dulcet tones had a wider range that just screechy, and weren't reminiscent of a cacophonous banshee clawing her way from a bog, using her own mug as a shovel?
When James speaking didn't suggest he was at best, suffering sinus difficulties, and at worst, constantly battling to swallow his own sick from looking at her?
Mind you, I'm grateful the 4Kids cast are no longer here. They deserve better, and their presence would only validate the crude bastardisations.
Every time the guttural howls reach my poor ears a chill runs through my system, and reminds me of The Pokémon Company sacking the real dub crew in preference for a job done on the cheap.
Remember speed lines? And Pokéball-throwing animation?
Remember a new motto performance in each installment, not the same stock footage reused again and again?
Remember when it rhymed?
It shows.
Remember remembering it?
Remember when Team Rocket would walk down the street in their uniforms and no one took a blind bit of notice despite the organisation operating there?
And they didn't fanny about in one scabby polyester costume every minute they were travelling, even when NO ONE KNOWS WHO THEY ARE?
Since Unova, whilst confronting Ash and this era's soon-to-be-forgotten companions, you get this exchange:
Moron-Of-The-Week: "Who are Team Rocket?"
Ash: "They're bad guys who steal other people's Pokémon."
EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME!!!
WORD-FOR-WORD IDENTICAL!!!
The writers have such deep appreciation for their work they're sending in cut-and-paste scripts.
Remember blasting off when something blew up, not an explosion from nowhere, or giving it the slip with a jet pack, or abduction by a Care Bear?
Remember when the eyebrows matched the hair?
Remember when he wore it long?
Remember blue shock? And sweat drop? And hammerspace? And comedy violence?
Remember her jagged hairline? And it being RED!!!
Remember proper highlights to it, rather than the odd white lump now and again, as if sweating like a pig, or their heads are infested with giant space ticks?
Remember when they were in all the episodes? And were main characters? And on the introduction sequence?
Remember when Jessie and James used to hug? And hold hands?
And bicker as only a couple can, but you knew they'd never cope alone?
Remember when they'd fly into each other's arms under the flimsiest pretext?
Remember when they meant more to one another than just being a pair of unconnected and disembodied wraiths coincidentally walking down the same road?
And they had more than civil interactions?
Remember when she loved him as much as he loved her?
And no one else could ever take his place?
And canon wasn't infected with the ruinous depiction of her as a hard, heartless bitch barely tolerating him until someone 'better' came along, at which point she'd fuck off without a backwards glance?
'Better', as in a scabby, satchel-mouthed, gormless cretin, just to add surly insult to merciless injury.
Never has such a life-long and hardcore defender of the faith flipped into an ardent Rumishipper as I did after that episode, once I'd swept up the fragments of my soul.
Remember when they were sympathetic?
Remember when they showed human warmth?
Remember when they cared about each other?
Remember when they weren't just a jangling, distorted mess of half-recollected traits?
Remember when they weren't really evil?
Remember Rocketshipping? That was a thing once, believe it or not.
Remember when they had a conscience?
Remember when actually wicked characters turned up, and Team Rocket ALWAYS sided with Ash, rather than the nauseating spectacle of suddenly being best buds with the Boss?
Remember when they had contact with the Twerps?
Remember when Team Rocket and the Twerps loved each other in secret and would endanger themselves to save their 'enemies'?
Everything that was once good and winning about them was sucked out, degree by degree, to leave the corpse, hollow and dead, strung up on wires as a grim marionette.
I'm sure most who see this will vehemently disagree, that I'm completely wrong, that THEY like them.
Yes, you like this three, but you don't like Team Rocket. This is not them. You have yours, and I have mine, but let's not pretend they are the same.
Why, if there is no difference, would I be so hostile, when they meant so much too me?
Did you ever wonder where the original fans went, why they all departed en masse? It's not because they 'moved on' or 'matured'.
They didn't leave Pokémon. Pokémon left them.
As the makers rely so heavily on repetition (sorry, nostalgia) they arrogantly expect us to still be here, having blithely welcomed our memories minced and our canon ripped up or ripped off, apparently.
We're intended to put up with watching them lay waste to ťhe series's body, clinging on for when a rotting bone is pulled up now and again and waved at us, before they chuck it aside to continue the dismemberment.
It's been eaten from the inside out, explaining the facial collapse. Behold the beauty on show:
You see what I mean, don't you?
Don't you? No, because otherwise you'd say the same.
How anyone feels able to describe three deformed freaks as 'hot' or 'cute' I will never comprehend.
The uniform collar protrudes like a solid pipe, emphasising the pencil necks.
It gives the impression of wrinkled, leathery tortoises peering out of their shells to secure a tasty lettuce treat.
Is that pretty? No.
Is it so surprising I don't care for my favourites to resemble melted waxwork skeletons of their own dæmonic counterparts?
S&M is a most fitting name, for this is torture.
In the film Death Becomes Her, Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn vie for the attention of Bruce Willis, both taking a serum giving everlasting youth and slimness.
The catch is it confers immortality, but not invulnerability, so when pushed down the stairs Meryl survives but is dead, her neck broken, thus she's zipped up in the morgue fridge.
When Goldie is shot with a canon she too rises, internal organs blown out.
The rest of the adventure involves the pair losing the war against time, patching up and painting over peeling grey skin, holding onto loose limbs as their bodies fall apart.
This obviously is the case here. The trio lapped the potion up at the close of Sinnoh, experienced a fatal accident and are now steadily crumbling to mush before us.
According to grave-diggers the head always goes first, so there you are then.
I have a suspicion that Giovanni lured all three to his crypt, experimenting on them to engineer his ultimate super soldier, which explains their flat, plastic appearance. Those since Unova began are the cyborgs, the real ones locked in his cellar.
You may notice I have about the lowest opinion possible of the current writing team, as they deserve.
Why should I have any respect for vindictive halfwits like this, who hate Team Rocket so much they're going out of their way to distort and uglify them, expressing the resentment in celluloid?
Jessie, James and Meowth lost their only defender in Takeshi Shudo. From that point they descended from loveable, hapless tragic figures to self-parodies (Hoenn) whiney, irritating divs dumping one another at every interval (Sinnoh), robotic, amoral scum (Unova and Kalos) and now physically repulsive minor additions (Alola and Galar). Is that trajectory all accidental?
It not that it's a new 'style' (for want of a better word), as were that the case, this hideousness would apply to the entire cast, but it's only done to Team Rocket. How could that be unless motivated by malice?
Given the sub thesps are obliged to prostrate themselves in the dust, begging fans to make their appreciation known, it smacks of desperation.
They wouldn't need to ask that were the trio treated as an integral component. They must sense the objections and are thus drumming up support to avoid the dole queue.
Are those in charge so resentful of their presence it manifests in mutilating them, keen to do anything that may alienate the fanbase, so at the first sign of a dip in popularity they can leap upon it as the perfect excuse to write Team Rocket out?
Why be surprised? These are imbeciles who reject their own canon at the close of every generation, so why care about someone else's?
If people have to harangue the writers with grovelling praise of their retcons, rehashes and all-round twatting about, butter 'em up sufficiently, with the implied threat of deserting the franchise should Team Rocket be ejected, taking their purses too, all so the smug, avaricious berks deign to put the trio in the next generation, that proves they don't want them, so how can what they write for their characters be objectively of any worth?
Team Rocket would've departed by now, were there not a palpable worry their absence might ring the death knell of the whole thing, turning off the financial tap, which is what matters.
Therefore they are retained, grudgingly, and only so long as the clamour continues at its current decibel level. If that drops it's over, and don't expect a romantic resolution. Why should pleasing you be a concern when you're to leave with them?
Ask yourself: how much of your devotion is based on what they are right now, and how much is from who they used to be?
How long can they live off past glories?
The offences done in Unova and Kalos were bad enough, but remarkably Game Freak found further depths to plumb, therefore it can only get worse.
I have of course retained the loveliest for last:
Be still, my beating heart.
No, really, be still. Stop infact.
Planet of the Apes.
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Thank you, Travis, for thinking of Porky Pig and all of his friends just spraying piss right into their gobs.
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Porky: Who gave you the gob iron?
Art: Father Columbus.
Porky: Then play it, why don’t you?
#more toms will have succumbed to malaria than at their hands of their opponents#writing#private art
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Pirate Sam: [to Porky the Gob] Get rid o’ the Seaward.
Daffy: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.
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Pommy ipsum supper off with her head nose rag at the boozer ridiculous you 'avin a laugh, gob off with her head on his tod they can sod off copper devonshire cream tea, dignified bangers and mash who brought loaf The Hounds of Baskerville chinwag down the village green. See a man about a dog scrubber dignified stupendous snotty nosed brat treacle Shakespeare ever so lovely a reet bobbydazzler, for sooth gosh a reet bobbydazzler marmite narky Kate and Will rubbish. Darling have a kip collywobbles sweets The Hounds of Baskerville muck about Queen Elizabeth driving a mini, willy porky-pies Kate and Will round our gaff splendid crisps.
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!!!NEW REVIEW!!!
first there was Buddy the Gob, and then there was Porky the Gob. in the first joint Ben Hardaway/Cal Dalton cartoon since July 1938, Porky now embarks on a sea epic as he’s in charge of taking down an enemy fleet himself. typical Hardaway-ian gag sense ensues, such as “LAST ONE IN THE MESS HALL’S A SOOOOOFT-IEEEE!”
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Just finished your review of Porky's Spring Planting (great job btw) and I have a question, when you type Porkys stutter is it actually accurate?
YES because i am a nut. i just got done writing this for my analysis of Porky the Gob so this is timely HAHA
BUT YES... i'm a total nut about it, and realize nobody is going to watch the cartoon, put it on .25x speed and say "hey you said Peh-peeah-eh-peh-Porky when it's actually Peh-peeah-eh-PUH-Porky, you dolt" but i like to do it. i think my reasoning for awhile was "it'll help me with understanding his character when drawing him" (which is still very true, i've said it before but my policy for drawing anything LT related is 'if i can't hear Mel Blanc saying this, i won't draw it' i'm so picky HAHAHA) but i think now it's just evolved into something i love being persnickety about
i'm a very sensory oriented person (guess i could have just said "sensitive". that too) and i'm BIIIIIIG on dialogue and being auditory, so if i'm quoting someone or something, i try to get it as accurate to the source just because it'll bug me immensely if i don't LOL. and it's more fun that way! it's no fun if i can't hear the characters
#i think it's honestly become an act of compulsion at this point (like a genuine I Have OCD way) because i will spend 15 minutes typing#one sentence to make sure it's 100% accurate but it makes me happy so shrug emoji#anonymous
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139. sunday go to meetin’ time (1936)
disclaimer: this is the second entry in the censored eleven. while there are at least triple the amount of cartoons that aren’t included in the list that are just as racist, this should tell you what we’re dealing with. the review you’re about to read entails racist content, imagery, concepts, and ideas. i do NOT at all endorse this content. i find these depictions, gross, demeaning, and wrong. i don’t take pleasure plastering it up on my blog. but to gloss over it and act like these prejudices never existed would be just as wrong. please let me know if i mess up or say something wrong, or if there’s anything i can do to make this easier to read. it’s never my intention to hurt anyone and i want to take accountability for my actions if i do. thank you for bearing with me and i hope you can understand.
release date: august 8th, 1936
series: merrie melodies
director: friz freleng
starring: n/a
as i mentioned in the disclaimer, this is the second entry in the censored 11. the censored 11 in itself is a pretty menial title, seeing as there are unfortunately many more cartoons just as ugly and racist as the ones in the censored 11 but aren’t included in the list. the first entry, as you might recall, was all the way in 1931 with hittin’ the trail for hallelujah land, which was relatively tame in comparison to this one. nicodemus refuses to go to church. instead, he spends his time trying to kill a chicken. when knocked unconscious, he comes face to face with the devil himself, who tries to sort him out.
open to a remote, neighborly town in the country. we hone in on a church, where a pastor (of course caricatured in blackface, but that’s only the beginning) greets the churchgoers inside, singing an original score by norman spencer. there’s very little to appreciate in this cartoon, but there are some beautiful vocals. the music is the only good part of the cartoon.
church bells accompany the song, and we peer into the steeple itself. a man clings to the rope as he rings the bells, repeatedly jumping in and out of his pants. a gag that would have been amusing in 1932, but feels outdated, even for 1936. we see that the rope is connected to a rocking chair, where a sleeping man rocks back and forth, his head repeatedly hitting the sides of the bell to ring. get it? because he’s got a thick skull? what a lovely cartoon already.
now we launch into the eponymous song, sung by a man strolling down the sidewalk with his sweetie. the song is very catchy and the animation itself in a technical aspect is nice, good synchronization with occasional tap dances and the animation of the wooden planks receding is very skillful. but, obviously, the scene is hard to appreciate. a very catchy song that’s too good for its own cartoon. we also get a view of a random man shuffling along and lazily tipping his hat.
and, because we had one good aspect of the cartoon, we must balance it out with something twice as bad. a mother slathers shoe polish on the heads of her children, who all run to their father. he shines their heads with a rag, and their heads are freshly polished and shiny. i don’t need to follow that up with any explanation as to why that’s bad. another woman strolls along with her children, tying a bra around their heads like a sun bonnet (a gag that would be used in a much funnier context in a corny concerto.)
elsewhere, the church bells are still ringing. a woman walks along outside, calling “nicodemus! nicodemus!” and scanning her surroundings to no avail. she carries a bible and a sunday hat, her walk determined and angry. just as she strolls past a fence, she hears a voice. we see two hands shaking a pair of dice as a man calls “come on dice, come to your pappy!” it seems nicodemus has been found at last.
the woman (seemingly his mother) yanks him out to the other side of the fence and chastises him, slapping the hat on his head and pushing him along to church. nicodemus protests (“i don’t wanna go to no church!”), and eventually she resorts to dragging him along by the ear. they approach the church, nicodemus still complaining and urging to be let go. the doors close and we pan over to the exterior of the church, viewing the silhouettes of the churchgoers inside singing some gospel. after a moment, the front doors open again, and out creeps nicodemus. he tiptoes away, turning around to assert the coast is clear. confirming that he isn’t being followed, he breaks out into a scrambled run.
suddenly he skids to a halt, where he overhears clucking. nicodemus stands right outside a yard fenced in by chicken wire, and sure enough a telltale chicken is inside. an idea hatched and nicodemus snags a nearby club, pushing the gate open and sneaking inside. he approaches the chicken, club behind his back as he urges the chicken to come closer. the chicken senses something is up and demands to see what he’s hiding in his hand. a simple switch of the grip, and nicodemus holds out his now empty hand, the other hand hiding the club. the charade continues on for a bit, until nicodemus resorts to running after the chicken, thrashing his club around aimlessly while the chicken scrambles around in terror.
eventually, nicodemus corners the chicken against a wooden fence. the chicken slips out through a loose board, the board whacking nicodemus in the head. he stumbles, and his surroundings begin to melt away. behind him is a large poster advertising a judge at the court of justice, standing behind the podium. the podium melts into a different one, with red letters reading “HADES COURT OF JUSTICE.” the judge is none other than the devil himself, jeering at a terrified nicodemus.
if anything, the colors used for the hell sequence are attractive, particularly the green and purple flames. an unconventional color choice. nevertheless, it’s understated by the blatant racism of the entire premise and cartoon as a whole. the devil opens a book to “reveal [nicodemus’] past”, flipping through the pages while continuing his shrill laughter. a page of nicodemus’ sins: shooting craps, stealing chickens, missing church, raisin’ dickens, and stealing watermelons. wow! a book chock full of racist stereotypes! the devil sneers and merely concludes “that’s bad.” a pull of a lever and nicodemus is sent tumbling through a chute, down through the surprisingly mountainous realm of hell.
nicodemus claws at a random cliff, trying to pull his way up. instead, he drags a huge patch of grass downwards like a carpet (reused in another 1933-1934 cartoon i believe. it may have been buddy the gob, freleng’s first??? regardless, it’s recycled), plummeting to the ground. the next shot reveals that the ground is actually a giant pinball machine, with the devil at the lever. i will give credit on the surrealism, it feels like a precursor to porky in wackyland (which is a much more superior cartoon than this one). nicodemus is propelled through the maze, eventually landing in a metal lip that reads “FLASH!” an electric volt shoots nicodemus back up through the pinball machine and through a hole at the top of the board.
he lands on the ground (again), where a bunch of blackfaced imps arrive to terrorize him, pulling his limbs and stretching him around as they whisk him away. they carry him to the feet of the devil, who sits in his throne, rows of other imps creating a pathway. thus sparks another song number too catchy for its own good, “you’ve got to give the devil his dues”. i’ve never played cuphead and know very little, but this is an instance where i can say “just like cuphead” in a technical sense. the scene certainly reminds me of something from cuphead. catchy vocals and catchy song. it deserves to be in a better context. some of the imps do a dance number, intermittently shouting “YEAH!” in rhythm. it’s certainly an interesting sequence, but still one that’s horribly tainted by racism.
many eye pokes from the devil later, nicodemus is poked and prodded by the imps, who all jeer and laugh at him as he cowers on the ground in fear. the caverns of hell melt away to the serene countryside, and we find ourselves back in reality, a bunch of curious chickens pecking at nicodemus instead. he regains consciousness, collecting himself, and at first resorts to thrashing and kicking to scare the chickens away. he pauses, observing the poster above him with the judge at the podium, a remnant of his nightmare.
church bells catch his ear, and immediately nicodemus makes a break for it. he zigzags through various fences and obstacles just to get to his destination—the scene lacking any sense of urgency and thus lacking any humor. it instead feels tedious. nevertheless, he zooms into the church, just in time to sing with the gospel. a view of one of the stained glass windows depicts an angel, and we see nicodemus’ silhouette fill the angelic figure, nicodemus even peering through the window at one point to solidify it’s really him. an end that feels very similar to the resolution of the much superior and less racist wholly smoke. iris out.
well, as i’m sure you can tell, i hate this cartoon. this is the nastiest and most mean-spirited cartoon i’ve seen thus far, and is probably the nastiest entry in the censored 11 as a whole. there’s little to commend about it. the music is the only good part of the cartoon—the musical numbers were very catchy indeed, and some of the background design choices were intriguing, like the pinball machine or the purple and green flames in hell. nevertheless, it’s just a bad cartoon. the gags are dehumanizing and demeaning, they aren’t funny, they’re just terrible. i wouldn’t recommend this cartoon at all, not even for a hate watch. the only reason i could ever think of for watching it is to see the prejudices people had (and still unfortunately have today in the year of 2020) back then. for educational purposes. but even then... no. but, because i always do, i’ll provide a link. obviously watch at your own discretion if you’re really that curious.
#lt#sunday go to meetin’ time#reviews#long post#racism tw#blackface tw#freleng#i will bever have to watch this again thank god!
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