The Grouchy Editor

It’s 12 degrees and snowing outside, and a few miles from where I sit, protestors/insurgents/malcontents are battling with ICE. Again.

The news is relentlessly depressing here in Minnesota. 

So, please forgive me if I prefer to look at Sydney Sweeney’s ass in the trailer (above) for a new season of Euphoria.

I don’t watch the show, but I certainly watch the trailer.

By the way … that shooting water in the above GIF: Is it some sort of subliminal comment on what male viewers might be up to while gawking at Sydney’s jiggling ass? They wouldn’t do that, would they?

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Speaking of gratuitous nudity (or near-nudity), I wondered who the guest might be on Tim Pool’s podcast. I scrolled the YouTube menu and saw the thumbnail below:

Apparently guest Arynne Wexler is more than just a pair of tits, as I discovered when I saw the rest of her on the show (below):

I feel much better now — don’t you?

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“We’re Not in Fargo Anymore”

I live ten miles (a 15-minute drive) from the shooting of Renee Good, from the epicenter of Somali daycare fraud, and from the scene of George Floyd’s death.

In other words, I don’t live in Salina, Kansas, and so my perspective might be a bit skewed. But from where I sit, it certainly feels as though “civil war” is not something to fear on the horizon; it’s already here.

What’s it like living in Minnesota? This is purely personal, but yesterday I had a performance review at my day job and, for the second year in a row, I was financially penalized because my “values don’t align” with those of the company. A manager told me this to my face. Translation: I am not a card-carrying Democrat. Also, I was terminated from a previous job because I refused to get the COVID shot. Again, I did not toe the leftist line.

Granted, none of my woes are anywhere near the level of the tragedies occurring with Floyd, Good, et al. But it does give an idea of life in the land of so-called Minnesota Nice.

It’s only nice if you lean left.

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Brits discussing recent events in Minnesota on The Podcast of the Lotus:

Host 1: “Minnesota’s reputation is in the absolute gutter.”

Host 2: “Being British I don’t have to think about Minnesota that often … the last time I did was when I watched the film Fargo. The next time I have to think about it, they’ve got Somalians everywhere. How am I not living in a simulation, if that follows from that?”

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Like most Americans, I have a Monday-Friday day job. I have hobbies (like this site), chores, and obligations. I also watch and read a lot of news.

But man, in the past ten years or so … it’s impossible to keep up with everything. To be “well-informed” citizens, we are expected to know about Ukraine, Israel, Russia, Palestine, China, inflation, economics, transgender issues, feminism, states’ rights, the legal system, and politics — local, national, and international. And now Venezuela. And don’t forget the looming threat of artificial intelligence. Good lord.

We are supposed to keep informed with the help of our media, which is supposed to provide objective news.

What is my point? I have no idea if what Trump is doing, nationally and internationally, oversteps the bounds of legality. But what I do know is that, in recent years (decades?) what the Democrats have been doing seems to routinely overstep the bounds of legality.

I’m not a lawyer. About all I can do is envision the kind of America I’d like to see and then hope that at least one side can get us there.

Have a happy new year. If you can.

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Commercial Beefs

The world seems to be falling headlong into hell. The past, oh, 10-15 years have produced a cavalcade of novel nightmares.

But some things never change. One thing that was annoying as hell in 1975 is still plaguing us in 2025: the commercial.

My commercial beefs (if you don’t live in the Midwest, that’s a play on “beef commercial” … oh, never mind):

a. Cne of the attractions of YouTube, initially, was the refreshing lack of ads. When there were ads, you could easily skip them. Not anymore. You can still skip, but only after watching a minute — or more — of the irritating stuff. Even worse, content creators now have their own ads; at times, the YouTube ads interrupt the creator ads — or vice versa, I forget the order.

b. Israel begging for more money. I don’t understand why news channels, Fox News in particular, run so many ads from Israel begging us to help pay for its poor. Don’t we as taxpayers already give Israel billions in aid? Is the country so poor that, in addition to military aid, now it wants U.S. aid for its social-welfare programs? Should we also pay for their road repairs?

Screw you, International Fellowship of Christians and Jews. We have enough problems of our own.

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Listen up, kids. This guy makes good points about geezer entertainment like old movies and The Beatles. It’s an explanation I make whenever kids wonder why I’m so fond of the original Black Christmas. Before that movie came along in 1974, the concept of young females terrorized by slashers, or the line, “the calls are coming from inside the house!” didn’t exist.

Guess you had to be there.

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Eight years ago, I reviewed a movie called Her. The subject was artificial intelligence and its relationship to humans. I gave the film an A- grade because it made me “think and feel,” which seemed to me a rare combination.

Yesterday I watched a movie called Companion, also about A.I. and its relationship to human beings. I didn’t like it, because it made me neither think nor feel. The characters, both human and robotic, were unappealing. The story ditched any sort of timeliness or insight in favor of action, slapstick, and gore.

You might think, with Hollywood on edge because of the looming threat of A.I.-generated movies, that filmmakers would emphasize the advantages of human art.

Instead, this movie made me think they’ve all but waved the white flag of surrender.

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Hmmm … perhaps I should take this woman up on her offer.

During COVID, I got fired for refusing to get the jab.

A few years ago, I learned from a manager that, at raise time, I was penalized for not attending “optional” DEI meetings.

Those might not be discrimination for being a straight white male, but they were certainly discrimination for not adhering to liberal dogma.

A nice little lawsuit or two sounds pretty good to me.

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The Craig Curse?

When Knives Out premiered in 2019, it was a breath of fresh air. It was a well-made film with big stars that was NOT a sequel or fantasy or superhero flick. It wasn’t a great movie, but I enjoyed it. The star of this old-fashioned whodunit was Daniel Craig.

When the James Bond franchise rebooted in 2006, the new 007 was played by Daniel Craig. It was deemed a success by critics and audiences alike. Sadly, it was all downhill for Mr. Craig and Mr. Bond after that.

I just watched Wake Up Dead Man on Netflix, and it looks like another downward spiral for a Craig franchise. His Benoit Blanc, funny and original in 2019, is now a dead-serious bore. The whole movie has ditched the sense of fun the series had six years ago. Rather than amuse us, writer-director Rian Johnson wants to make us think. Blanc doesn’t make us chuckle; he talks about religion and the Bible and the Catholic church.

That’s not what I want from a Knives Out movie. 

Of course, none of this is actually Craig’s fault. It’s the desire of Hollywood producers to inject wokeness and/or politics into what used to be entertainment.

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I might have to move. It’s getting too embarrassing to let people know that I live in Minnesota. It’s not just the awful politicians; it’s the fact that so many Minnesotans vote for them.

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I live just a few miles from Minneapolis. I grew up in Minnesota.

I blame all of these problems with fraud and Somalis and Walz on this:

Back in 1973, thanks in large part to the above cover story in Time, “Minnesota Nice” became a thing.

The polite Scandinavians and Germans who largely populated the area took this as a compliment and have been trying to live up to “nice” ever since. Movies like Fargo with its lovable police chief didn’t help matters. The country had New York for rudeness; now it had its opposite in the Midwest.

Trouble is, not everyone interprets “nice” the same way. Some ingrate Somalis and other charlatans see it as synonymous with naive at best, and stupid suckers, at worst. 

And so here we are.

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Trump is always in the news. The Supreme Court gets its share of headlines. Even the U.S. House regularly contributes news, good or bad, to the media.

But what the hell does the U.S. Senate do? Anything? Hide?

This guy Thune, the senate majority leader, seems worthless:

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TV Tidbits

Lumps of Coal: The Beast in Me and Frankenstein

On the surface, these Netflix premieres should be good. They have handsome production values, talented actors, and intriguing stories.

So why did I like them, sort of, but not really love them?

Simple answer: the main characters did nothing for me.

Claire Danes and Matthew Rhys (Beast in Me) and Oscar Isaac and Mia Goth (Frankenstein) all play unpleasant people. They are the stars. I didn’t like any of them. At least supporting players Jonathan Banks and Jacob Elordi are supposed to be monsters.

Christmas Yule: The Celebrity Traitors

At some point during the opening episode, I thought I’d finally burned out on this global reality show. Not to worry. By episode two, I was back on board. I still love this thing.

Although the participants are “celebrities” in Britain, I’d only heard of a few of them. I Google-searched one, singer Charlotte Church, and learned that she once won “Rear of the Year.”

England had a thing called “Rear of the Year”? Guess I should move there.

Charlotte Church pics (click for larger view):

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OK, so maybe that last pic is a fake.

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And now for something completely different …

Go order my book! Link is here.

It’s cheap (free for some of you), hot off the presses, and guaranteed to either a) put a smile on your face or b) make you lose your lunch.

Paperback version available in a few days.

(For more information about the book, contact the author here: grouch@grouchyeditor.com)

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