When they come for Looney Tunes you have to ask if they're crazy, evil, or stupid (or perhaps all three) but Mark Steyn takes them on as only Mark Steyn can and leaves them dying in their own dreck. This is an excerpt but read the whole thing.
I love Looney Tunes, and I couldn't be less interested in discussing whether Pepe LePew is directly responsible for Andrew Cuomo #MeTooing his staffers or Joe Biden tweaking grade-school nipples. Even for a self-moronized suicide cult like 21st century western civilization, that's too stupid - even more stupid than, say, crediting Yosemite Sam continually shoving dynamite down his pants for our societal death wish. I miss the grand comic spirit of Looney Tunes, and the high artistry they brought to it. So screw the wokesters and let's spend our Saturday movie date with a certain anthropomorphized lagomorph and the other enduring, indestructible stars of the Looney Tunes funny farm.
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At this rate they will have canceled everything from my childhood.
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