The goal of every gangster flick is monopolistic dominance of turf. It was supposed to be checks and balances to prevent anyone from consolidating all power. Second, American politics wasn’t supposed to be a gangster film. Which means that, like Pesci in Goodfellas, you never know when he’s going to snap and shoot Spider for no reason. He’s the unbridled id of American politics, unmoored from principle. All balls and no brains makes Johnny a stupid bully. First, balls are necessary, but in service of an actual ideology. There are two problems with the balls-only version of American politics. The more outrageous his promises, the more insulting his tone, the more he shouts over his political opposition, the more we like him.
The brasher he gets, the more we like him. The more vulgar he gets, the more we like him. He’ll win for us because he’s willing to do anything. He’ll talk about beating up protesters at his rallies. He’ll call Ted Cruz a “p****.” He’ll talk about Megyn Kelly bleeding from her wherever. Trump is Joe Pesci in Goodfellas, and if somebody tells him to get his shinebox, he’ll call them a “motherf***er” and them beat them to death. His opponents aren’t opponents – they’re enemies. He has never crossed paths with humility he’s never seen a deal he couldn’t make, a project he couldn’t build. He makes ridiculous, over-the-top promises, then stamps them with his personal guarantee. He plays like an extra from a gangster movie. Trump’s candidacy represents a visceral response to all of that. The media and Hollywood tell us that strong women don’t need men, that strong men are universally villains. Hillary Clinton says that America must curb its mannish impulses, which result in anti-woman, anti-gay, anti-minority tendencies Bernie Sanders says we must override our impulse toward economic explosiveness in favor of a kinder, gentler redistributionism – utilizing the government gun, of course. President Obama has spent eight years telling Americans that they are racist imperialists who have to get their testosterone in check.
Trump has been telling them to get their shineboxes, and they’ve been struggling for comebacks.Īmericans are looking for a candidate with balls because they feel castrated. Mark Cunningham of The New York Post correctly surmises that the rest of the field and the media are “only now realizing that much of what Trump’s been doing is just busting balls…It can be a test of manliness, a sign of respect, a way of bonding, and much more.” And so far, all of the Republicans have failed at the ball-busting game. Trump’s supporters disproportionately like that Trump has balls. And if you don’t believe it, then you’d better kill me now, because I’ll put a jihad on you, too. It was on that day I put a jihad on them. As quickly as they had come, the infidels were gone. In the midst of the chaos, I could swear that I heard my goats screaming for help.
I could only hide myself and cry as my goats were consumed by the fiery black liquid death. Burning oil rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. The infidels fired at the oil fields and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. I was just a boy when the infidels came to my village in their Blackhawk helicopters. The terrorist leader is skeptical until Johnston launches into an explanation of his “pain and sadness.” He says: In Team America: World Police, the hero of the film, Gary Johnston attempts to infiltrate a terrorist group.
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