America Parodies Itself Until It Becomes Satire of Itself, or, How the 1980's Will Never Die
What happens when Americans watch one too many 80's movies sponsored and built around consumer products?
One begins to think all E.T.s, Mac-N-Me’s, Big Foots, and even the Sentinelese people are just big old jokes that one can be intruded upon, bothered, and bought off with enough consumer products and Coca Cola. The Telegraph, one of countless stupid online garbage news pails, goes on to state in its article here:
“North Sentinel Island is home to the Sentinelese, a pre-Neolithic tribe that has rebuffed all contact with the modern world, firing bows and arrows at passing helicopters and killing those landing ashore.”
These people are real beings, and they are having the healthy, instinctual and appropriate reaction to outsiders, interlopers, future grave-robbers, and invaders, especially of the American and Christian variety. Just last year or two, these poor people suffered a savage brush-in with an idiotic Christian missionary who wanted to “convert",” or, “conquer” them. Said Christian idiot made the news for delivering himself as a pin cushion to these innocent islanders, a hilarious ending to a stupid story. Unfortunately, the American delivering the Coca Cola escaped unscathed, but not before polluting the people and island with his presence, and his trash. Leave it to an America to Cosby themselves over everyone and everything, especially where they are NOT wanted.
One thing is certain - the Sentinelese better never stop throwing spears at these stupid savages who wind up on their island, unless they want the industrialized world to steam roll them into a parking lot and casino; or a Chinese labor camp; or a Sugar Plantation, or another American ghetto or “third world.”
Can you imagine receiving the message, their unique and coded communication, and it being impossible to make it any clearer, even with language barriers, yet, time and time again, you insist your stupidity returns? How American! The world is your joke, and your trashcan!
ZM
4/3/25