SubscribeStar Saturday: Professional Useless People

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Americans are not accustomed to monarchy, nor should we be; we’re not a land built for hereditary rule the way Europe is.  We might be the children of great monarchies, but we are republicans (with a lower-case “r”) at heart.

That said, it’s been extremely gratifying to see a Republican (with a capital “R”) flinging pens and issuing executive decrees with bold resoluteness.  Donald Trump has accomplished more of the conservative agenda in a workweek than the vast conservative apparatus has achieved in fifty years.

Granted, executive orders are fragile, as they should be.  They’re only as endurable for as long as the issuing president and/or his like-minded successors can maintain them, or get a recalcitrant Congress to pass an actual law (fat chance).

There are also limits to what they can do.  Executive orders are not royal decrees—as much I’d like for them to be while my guy is in office—but they do have the force of law.  Essentially, executive orders are instructions to the federal bureaucracy on how it is to enforce the laws Congress has passed.

The problem is that as Congress has delegated more authority to the executive branch’s bureaucracy, the more power those executive orders contain.  Most presidents have largely left their bureaucracies to run themselves, in part because those bureaucracies are so elaborate, no single man can understand—or control—them.  That lack of control became scarily apparent during the Obama years, and continued to hound President Trump during his first time.

President Obama wielded executive orders like a tyrant, due in part to his famously poor relationship with Congress—even when Democrats controlled it!  Joe Biden—or, more likely, Joe Biden’s many handlers and puppeteers—used executive orders to weaponize the federal bureaucracy, entrenching all manner of Leftist pipe dreams into the functioning of the government and the execution of its laws.

President Trump has undone most of Biden’s legacy with the stroke of a pen.  Even realizing that the real challenges of passing substantive legislation through Congress rests on the horizon, it is incredibly exciting and energizing to see President Trump fulfill one promise after the next, including enacting policies that are guaranteed to scare off huge chunks of the bloated, entitled, infantilized federal workforce, what I call the “professional useless people.”

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TBT: Stone Cold Sunday

With the dawn of the Second Trumpian Golden Age, I’ve been reflecting a bit about the First.  Trump’s first administration, in retrospect, was less-focused and more carnival-esque than what his second appears to be.  Trump is a wiser man, and knows who he can—and cannot—trust.

But part of the fun of the first Trump presidency was the cavalcade of grifters, courtiers, and hangers-on who hitched their wagon to Trump’s star.

One of those was Roger Stone, who actually was an important figure while also embodying the kind of naughty, playful, mirthful, bawdy side of the Trump phenomenon.  I wrote a review of his book Stone’s Rules: How to Win at Politics, Business, and Style back in 2019, and it seemed like an appropriate time to revisit it.

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With that, here is 10 February 2019’s “Stone Cold Sunday“:

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Monday Morning Movie Review: The Primevals (2024)

Last year I wrote about the Puppet Master series, the brainchild of indie filmmaker Charles Band.  Band’s Full Moon Entertainment for years produced schlocky, low-budget, but entertaining films that heavily featured miniatures and stop-motion animation.  Like many small filmmakers, Band’s company kept budgets low by reusing models and footage in different films, often creating scripts (a la Roger Corman) to fit the props and sets already on-hand.

The guys over at RedLetterMedia did two long episodes on the Puppet Master franchise, and got into some of the details of Band’s approach to filmmaking in those videos:

They did a third video that continued to look at Band’s use of stop-motion techniques and puppetry:

If you’re not enticed at the thought of watching three lengthy videos to understand Band’s films, no worries; suffice it to say that Band was never one to let good (or bad) footage go to waste.

So come—at last!—to today’s film, the first review of 2025:  The Primevals (2024).

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Memorable Monday Morning Movie Review: A Very Portly Christmas: A Christmas Carol (1951)

Yours portly has had another busy weekend, one full of Christmas cheer.  It was very nice to spend time with family and Dr. Girlfriend.  Naturally, the blog and the Advent Calendar have fallen by the wayside a bit, but I’ll be getting caught up with both.  It’s Exam Week this week, so I have the most free time I’ve had since summer break, so my hope is to work ahead on the blog enough that I don’t need to touch it much until 2025.

Last night Dr. Girlfriend I started watching the 1984 film adaptation of A Christmas Carol starring George C. Scott as Ebenezer Scrooge.  We didn’t get to finish, but it’s remarkable to me how well done this version is.  It brought to mind the 1951 version, which is an exquisite adaptation in its own right; indeed, it might be the definitive version.

So it is that I thought I’d cast a glance back to my own review of that version from 19 December 2022.

With that, here is “Monday Morning Movie Review: A Very Portly Christmas: A Christmas Carol (1951)“:

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Monday Morning Movie Review: Nefarious (2023)

It is rare for a modern film to catch and hold my rapt attention for 97 minutes, especially when I’m driving.  But amid my various Thanksgiving travels, I “watched” the 2023 film Nefarious.  Thank goodness it’s mostly dialogue, or I would have had a very difficult time of it.

The film is an adaptation of the Steve Deace novel A Nefarious Plot (Amazon Affiliate link; I get a portion of any sales made through that link, at no additional cost to you).  Steve Deace is a conservative writer and commentator, and Glenn Beck makes an appearance in the film, so that gives you a sense for the general messaging of the movie.

That said, while Nefarious is a Christian horror movie—which, I would argue, most horror involving the demonic is fundamentally Christian in some way—it is genuinely entertaining, and does not feel like heavy-handed propaganda.  Instead, it is an incredibly effective portrayal of the sheer wickedness of demons, and how Satan delights in our sin.

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TBT: Trumparion Rising

Holy crap—America is back, baby!  The garbage took out the trash—and re-elected Donald Trump to another (non-consecutive) four-year term.

What a ride.  All through Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, I felt like I was living in a dream—a replay of 2016, but even better.

2016 had a raw sense of excitement and uncertainty about it.  Everyone in MAGA World was having fun because we really didn’t think Trump would pull it off against the globalist oligarchs and the Clinton Machine (some people did see his potential even then—God Bless them!—and knew that The Teflon Don would slay the Wicked Witch of Davos).

2024 also had that raw excitement, but it was seasoned with experience.  We knew Trump.  And we knew Biden/Harris.  The choice was clear, and easy.  Trump is bringing with him national renewal and, I pray, revival.

The men carried home this election, I think.  No disrespect to the ladies for their role, but this was the most masculine election in modern American history.  Men finally said, “enough!,” got off the couch, and voted.  Seeing as the other side totally hates us, it was a no-brainer.  Any man that voted for Kamala Harris is gay, a eunuch, or a cuckold—period.  Eh, maybe some well-meaning, befuddled Boomer “Cons” voted that way to defend “conservative” “principles,” but they’re metaphorically castrated, if not physically so.  Good riddance to David French and his simpering, effete ilk.

I’ve been hearing a lot of commentators refer to Trump as a “world-historic” figure.  I’d never thought of it so explicitly, but it’s true:  he is The Man for This Hour.  I sincerely believe he has been ordained by God to lead an American renewal.  There’s no other explanation for how he survived that assassination attempt.

God Bless America!

With that, here is 22 November 2022’s “Trumparion Rising“:

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Election Day in America

Well, here it is—Election Day.  Millions of ballots have already been cast, but yours portly believes in going to the polls on the day itself.  God Willing, I’ll be there casting my ballot for Donald J. Trump about thirty minutes after this post is published.

I don’t have much to say, but I am cautiously optimistic.  Kamala Harris has all the appeal of a wet blanket that slept its way into power.  Donald Trump is like a suave gorilla caring for its young.  In other words, if you’re voting for Kamala Harris, you’re either an HR czarina or an aggressively gay man, and the last time I checked (note:  I haven’t), even gay men prefer suave gorillas.

Or, at the very least, you’re spiritually on the side of the HR czarinas if you support Harris.  I’ve never seen an election so starkly highlight the growing divide between single women and the rest of the country as much as this one.  Not even Shrillary in 2016 managed to combine schoolmarmishness with cringe-inducing cackling at this level.

I’m not focusing on the substantive issues at this point because a.) everyone has already made up their minds by this point and b.) Kamala Harris is entirely lacking in substance.

But life was good under President Trump the first time, and I suspect it will be again.  His stance on tariffs increasingly makes the free trade consensus of the last hundred years look foolish, the economists be damned.  Closing our borders economically is key to restoring American manufacturing; so is closing our border physically and legally.  We have got to clamp down on illegal and legal immigration.  I don’t care if I have to pay $40 for a shirt; by God, I want it made in America by Americans.  It’ll be the best shirt I’ve ever worn and will last a decade.

Regardless, if you’re on the fence or don’t think it matters, stop being a fig leaf and go vote for Trump.  Drive up that national vote!  Make this bad boy too big to steal.

I’ll be up late (hopefully not too late) watching the returns, and might do some Tweeting/X-ing on X.  Consider “tuning” in for my doughy reflections.

God Bless America, and God Bless Donald J. Trump!

—TPP

Monday Morning Movie Review: Children of the Corn (1984)

Last night I decided to take advantage of the plethora of Halloween offerings still lingering about on Shudder and decided to watch Children of the Corn II: The Final Sacrifice (1992).  It was not a good movie.

Its predecessor, Children of the Corn (1984), isn’t much better, but even though it’s not a great film, it’s one that I enjoy viewing from time to time.  There’s something iconic about the type of story it tells:  a bunch of kids murder their parents and indulge in some kind of weird corn cult.

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Monday Morning Movie Review: Ghostbusters II (1989)

Last week I wrote about one of my favorite films, Ghostbusters (1984).  It’s the kind of flick that would never get made today, because the entire premise—a group of former academics-turned-paranormal-exterminators saving New York City—is too outrageous and original for any Hollywood studio to touch.  Thank goodness for the creative ferment of the 1980s!

Regardless, Ghostbusters has always had a special place in my heart (read last week’s review for a detailed retelling of my quest to obtain the film on DVD in 2010), and while it is controversial to write it, I have always enjoyed its sequel, the oft-delayed Ghostbusters II (1989).

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Ponty Praises: Silent Hill 2 (2001)

As much as yours portly loves Halloween and horror movies, I’ve always been too easily spooked to hang with the real test of horror fandom:  survival horror video games.  They’re games I love to watch other people play, but I’m too chicken to dive deeply into them myself.  Not since the old Alone in the Dark games, which were scary even with (and, perhaps, because of) their blocky, polyhedral graphics, have I braved the hair-and-blood-pressure-raising of this fascinating genre (other than a bit of Alan Wake at my younger brother’s urging; a great game worth raising one’s hackles over).

So it is that I have—shamefully! disgracefully!—missed out on the exquisite Silent Hill franchise.  Fortunately, my braver brother-from-another-mother across the pond, good old Ponty, has delivered up the vicarious experience that yours portly craves—and fears.

One other note—this review is riddled with Amazon affiliate links.  If you make a purchase through any of these links, I receive a portion of the proceeds, at no additional cost to you.  I’m required by the Amazon apparatchiks to include that little disclaimer.

With that, here is Ponty’s review of the early 2000s classic Silent Hill 2:

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