There isn’t enough bleach to pressure wash
this tomb. This rotten Don fruit in an ill-fitting
(law)suit wants you die and all you can say is,
“Yes, Father, who art on gold-pleated
toilet seats. Hallowed be thy fame. Thy dumb King
comes, and comes, and comes.”
“b-tch” and “c-m dumpster?” Are you proud
yet? Is this the America you so badly wanted
to make Great Again? His brain is
spilling before us like Saudi oil. Social
Alzheimer’s is collective Blunt Trauma to the U.S.
Stomach. This racist, sorry, rapist
goons off his own reflection.
Holocaust deniers must have
interesting dinner parties. What do you
discuss around the water cooler?
Does your styrofoam cup have enough
ICE in it? Are you happy that your kids
are the least literate generation
in 20 years? That your boys call their moms
and girlfriends “r-tard” and
Blood. Do you know how many tens
of thousands of Filipino nurses died to
disease under his watch? No,
because those records were
scrubbed. Do you know how many times
his name appeared in the Epstein
files? Yes, but you pretend not to. You and
a broken vinyl, skipping
on repeat. Speaking of iron, how’s that cell
count? Have you seen poor D-boy’s
hands lately? It must be from all
the pussies he’s grabbed; surely, a man
of his outstanding health knows how best to
make a dry woman* orgasm. I heard
he doesn’t mind a little
year for Domestic Violence victims since
Lockdown, and that’s not even counting
the Super Bowl. In the 70s, Donny’s
old man got sued by the Justice Department
for refusing to rent to Black people. In a RNC rally,
50 years later, lil’ Don plays Woody Guthrie’s
“This Land is [My] Land.” Irony is
-burn. At the library, Caucasian middle school
boys call the Mexicans, “apes,” and grunt
“ooh ahh ahh” at the one Black kid
wearing Spectacles
who sits by himself on the other side
of the computer aisle. 2025 has been the worst
I want him to fill a hole in the O
-zone with all the satellites he buys from E
-lon’s personal outlet store. I want him to live
long enough to feel regret, or at least
develop a little heart
monkeys. This deadbeat White House
tenant wants his enemies to
d!e. I just want men to wipe their
asses. I want him to stop shitting
in the ocean with his $75 million budget
for dolphin-lover cosplayers.
Good morning to anyone who eats their omelet
whites-only. To whoever takes their coffee half goat
milk, half Columbian bean. It is Black History
Month and we just saw the President
of the United States of My Ahh
-merica tweet* a video of the Ohh
-bamas as AI-generated
"Donald J Trump wants you dead."
happy MLK Day only to anyone the state would like better dead
I recognize that we all should mourn over renee good. I just wish some of my "friends" had had the courage to rage over breonna taylor too.
Thanks, Superman! And thanks to everyone who made this movie for seeing you in the most thoroughly humane way possible.
P.S. Shoutout for being the first movie I ever bought a collectible popcorn bucket for!
But Superman can't save us. He should be the guy that shows us we can save ourselves. And I think it's powerful that we see even the most powerful human on planet earth can get bruises along the path to making the world a better place.
A lot of people will complain that this iteration of Superman isn't invincible, that he isn't the bullet-chewing man of steel we've come to expect to save us. But that's not what he should be. Superman is Jesus; every critic in the past thirty years has said so.
Being kind is hard. It takes a lot of f*cking work. And as I've written about often over the years, it doesn't always pay off. But you still do it. You still put in the work. You can always choose to be better than the other guy, and hope the other guy one day chooses to be kind too.
And though it is a very theatrical tale, as all Superman stories must be due to their intrinsic nature, this Superman is ultimately grounded in what makes him different from all the other heroes. Kindness isn't boring, kids. In fact kindness might just be what saves your soul!
What I'm really trying to say is I'm glad that this movie connects so many of the ingredients which make a good superhero story. Focusing on the humanity more than the powers, the heart more than the theatrics.
But a lot of people will have a lot of things to say about this movie, about immigration, symbolism in America, the language of "alienation", the meta-culture around the creators of this movie, parasocial narrative, and more. I don't need to add to all that.
Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts about how Lex's goons are a hilarious depiction of a young men enamored with the power of a rich person who thinks he's smarter than he is, or how Lois is the real center-point for her audacious desire to find the truth despite her lack of trust.
And for every little kid, that message is deeply important. Sometimes you really can just be a weird kid from the middle of nowhere, adopted by a couple farmers, who wants to make the world a better place. Regardless of your power, or lack thereof.
For a while, the supers were getting jaded. Gritty. Cynical. The world was changing, and we convinced ourselves that our heroes had to change with them. But Superman's power is that he doesn't rely on his power to be a good person. He doesn't need to change.
We live in an over-saturated culture of stories about supers. And while the kid in me is still elated to see so many of my favorite characters come to life, it's not been without trepidation as I've seen many movie depictions feel like a betrayal of those characters' first ideals.
As a kid, I always enjoyed the DC comics. Even though my true loyalty lay with Spider-Man and the X-Men, my grandfather instilled in me a particular appreciation for the Green Lantern, whose vow he often recited to me when telling stories of his time in WW2.
I've long said that the Guardians trilogy was my favorite superhero trilogy to come out in the past ten years, and while some of that is due to an extremely tight soundtrack, a lot of it has to do with Gunn's willingness to depict extremely messy humans as extremely lovable and capable of love.
From one Kansas boy to another, one of Superman's best traits is knowing which people deserve a hug, and which ones deserve a non-aryan sock on the jaw. Immigrants, they get the job done.
Disclaimer: I don't care if structure- or plot- or even character-wise if this is a perfect movie or not. It's a good superhero story, and a fun movie, and a damn good superhero movie. So that's what I'll be talking about.
This #Superman movie is exactly the film some people need in our current moment in history. The original comics came out when antisemitism and racism were at an all-time high and they had a measurable positive impact on American society. I hope this movie follows a similar trajectory.
An easy way to tell whether someone is in community with non-white organizers is listening to the way they say the word "woke."
White conservatives mostly learn this word from white liberals. And white liberals don't remember where they learned it from to begin with. A Black woman? God forbid.
