The Redditard

Wednesday, 01 March, Year 9 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

As the car came to a stop, the driver leaned across the seats and popped the door open, her breasts giggling against the dash. The man climbed in, and they looked at each other up close for the very first time.

After a pause long enough to grate her nerves he finally said something.
"Somewhat dangerous, picking up strange men like that. Don't you think ?"
"Yes. And you look like trouble, at that."

"So what's your thinking ?"
"I figure if I submit myself early and wholly you're intelligent enough to use me rather than hurt me."

"That's a point," he responded, pensively. Then after a pause, "What's your name ?"
"Jennifer. But my friends call me Jen."

"You're a smart girl, Jennifer."
"Thank you, sir."

That is how the dialogue should sound, of course, to ring true. All of it, and all the time.

That's not how the dialogue rings, of course, in any Hollywood production, for the past who even knows how many five year plans of glorious socialism -- and The Redditardi is no exception. That it consequently rings hollow is no concern of the inept jews involved, their aim is not to ring true but to dick around with the flashlight under the covers.

Missing thereby any chance whatever to cultural relevancy, The Redditard continues in the vein of jewfiction, depicting the usual trinity of man as forever and eternally seen in Faggot Identity Fic : either utterly inept redditard (the title character), harmless cuckolded husband (the "competitor", alternate pick for "President") or else utterly inscrutable and necessarily evil asshole, incapable to signify and therefore incapable to matter irrespective of any (much reviled among the jewry) personal abilities. He's unloved, don't you know, and that's the key to meaning in jewfiction. If you've the patience to sit through yet another rendition of the utterly inept redditard, Dave Foley does a very credible impersonation, with all the squealing, purposeless movement, entirely powerless rage explosions and the whole rest of the repertoire of the sort of child women that haven't a husband always end up stuck with. It doesn't seem to tax his art at all, which is as good indication as any that he doesn't have one.

Is anyone ever going to start making actual movies, at some point, somewhere ? Rhetorical question, of course, the Romanians have, for a while, the Italians have as well, there's the early Tarantino and the early Guy Ritchie and so on. But nevertheless -- can the wastage of reels with this inept, empty, uninteresting masturbation cease already ? There's scarcely any need to waste even more carbon footprint or whatever the fucktards call it to record yet another rehash of the same spinstery bullshit. It's not even fucking funny, it's just sad, like a gaggle of fat whores grazing away on the Oscars set, apparently confused enough as to their own identity to fail to realise they don't belong there. It's pathetic, and it doesn't belong under the Sun.

Keep it under the covers and out of the public space, exactly like you would if for whatever mental health reasons you found yourself unable to flush your shit down the toilet like everyone else and instead suffered under the sad compulsion to keep all the turds, individually wrapped in cellophane. Stop trying to show them to people! Nobody wants to see your sad girly turds! Really!


  1. 1997, by David Steinberg, with Jennifer Tilly. Released in some markets as "The Wrong Guy" for inscrutable reasons. []
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15 Responses

  1. spartacus`s avatar
    Thursday, 2 March 2017

    Some Brit flicks you mightn't hate as much as the rest:
    and maybe The Long Good Friday
    er ... that's it.
    With ref to did you ever try Deadwood?

  2. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
    Mircea Popescu 
    Thursday, 2 March 2017

    Can't say as I've seen any of these.

  1. [...] takes the matter home, I would expect. The fake reality in which the Redditard moves about, stuffed by the various tendrils of the female stateiii with fake sushi restaurants and [...]

  2. [...] you have enough sense to fill in the blanks above effectively, you'll also have enough sense to, in a quote, use him rather than hurt [...]

  3. [...] to walk the street in camisole, the other's fine with coming naked out of the waters. Neither has any problem in close quarters. Neither has children.iv Neither is annoying. Neither is demanding. Neither has [...]

  4. [...] "be free". There is no such thing as "free" in this sense, not for you. Your choice is whether to joyfully submit to a man for the mere asking, or else quietly be trampled by a bureaucracy in due time. That's all [...]

  5. [...] to being almost 18 and hoping that who knows, maybe in spite of itself this world hides somewhere a man worth the name. Time only flows one way, and the seventies, that paragon of modernity from half a century ago is [...]

  6. [...] alpha "gotta have a fatal flaw", and what could his "fatal flaw" possibly be other than being a meaningless and incomprehensible if thoroughly detached serial killer, duh) and because it's filmed by poor people on a tight budget in the 90s. The 80s weren't this [...]

  7. [...] females), the exact opposite of sanguine. [↩]It's fucking bullshit, through and through. The current inanity of Missing thereby any chance whatever to cultural relevancy, The Redditard continues in the vein [...]

  8. [...] about you fucking submit, early and well, instead of going about pretending, like schmucks ? Hm [...]

  9. [...] As she's standing in the rain one day, a man, about 35, in a purple sportscar drives up and offers her a ride home. [...]

  10. [...] anything like'd interest you, she's already solidly capable of decoding text with a decoder that's open to negotiation with the very text in question ; by the time she's about ripe enough to participate in adult conversation, she's also (and [...]

  11. [...] "Eager, are you ?" he inquires, bemused. "Yes", she blurts out, exhaling. Then her breathing stops, fully, roundly, searching. "Sir", she inhales. "Alright, crawl over here and suckle their toes." [...]

  12. [...] by proper men. As to the first : vandals invade, not from other continents but from the bottom. Redditards. They somehow float to the top. To the second point : in the plainest and most literal sense, the [...]

  13. [...] at the end. She coulda kneeled from the beginning thereby saving everyone (chiefly -- herself) a lot of trouble, but... well, they're in the business of making movies, which is a slightly different [...]

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