Fantasy, Meet Reality

Only historically illiterate Hollywood twenty-somethings would produce a movie where the hero character is named after 1960’s Leftard radical terrorists. (Apparently naming him Token was too spot-on.)

And only committed fictional fabulists would place the origins of such in Africa, on a continent where 80% of the people there couldn’t even spell “black panther”, in any language reduced to writing, on any given day in the last 2000 years.

“RAYCISSSSSSSSSSSS!”

So clearly, the flick in question is comedic farce, and master-level trolling of an entire race.

And it's working: ahead of the release, the Special Sootflakes (because, hey, they're black, not white, right?) issued a shakedown ultimatum that Disney should give 25% of the profits from the flick to be "donated" to black education charities.

Suggesting that black kids, y'know, study harder, is apparently right off the discussion table.
Pointing out that Disney didn't give 25% of the profits to white kids after Thor, Captain America, Iron Man, or to green kids after Hulk , nor to insects after Ant Man and Spider Man clearly escapes the boundaries of all available logic of color too.

Clearly, the apples haven't fallen far from the tree. I could make the observation that black people trying to stick Whitey up whenever they get the chance is playing to stereotype, but those fish in the barrel aren't going to shoot themselves.

Those jackholes should look up what happened when Art Buchwald got a bill from Paramount (not a check) for his share of the "profits" from his stolen idea for Eddie Murphy's "Coming To America", after he sued them in civil court.

Bonus for Black Panther is that when the dust settles, there may very well not be any actual profits.

If you thought Disney’s The Princess and The Frog flopped hard (and it did, even harder than the rest of their recent line of Diversity Princess flicks), wait until this turdburger splatters on the fan blades.

No matter what, though, it will be declared an awesome successful piece of awesomeness.
(Maybe it’ll get some of the Diversity to emigrate back to Wakanda! Just curious: would the people of Wakanda be known as Whacks? Asking for a friend.)

Maybe they could go for some reality in the inevitable sequel, and deploy Black Panther to clean up Chicongo, Detroit, D.C., or the Balitmoron jungles. At least in fantasy.
Six, two, and pick ’em the character gets whacked half-way through that movie one day when he’s not wearing his kevlar tights, while SOCMOBing*.

Then Marvel discharges its diversity requirements, and gets to be edgy, while putting this sort of retarded fiction out with the garbage where it belongs.

I'll review the actual flick about two hours after I find it at WalMart in the Fin Bin.
Which is liable to be sooner, rather than later.





*(Standing Onda Corner, Mindin’ Own Bidness, the default occupation of every Dindu when capped in da hood at 4AM. When they’re not turning their lives around, and on their way to Sunday school.)

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