I actually used no. 45’s name in that last post. That was the first time I typed that name in months. Why? Because I was that tired of it.
Seeing him on television every fifteen minutes for sixteen months got on my damned nerves. But it never made me hate him.
And hatred of Donald John Trump (Presidential nickname pending) was apparently the primary reason I was supposed to vote for Hillary Rhianna Clinton.
I didn’t like her enough, and didn’t hate him enough, so that instantly sounded dumb as hell to me.
The impression I get is that one of Trump’s biggest sins was being the one obstacle to feminists’ greatest goal: a single-party matriarchy.
It’s hardly going to be mentioned anywhere, but we were literally a single election away from just that.
Had Hillary won, and the Senate went to the Democrats, the already demoralized Republican Party would have been greatly reduced.
To females like Madonna, Chelsea Handler, and Amy Schumer, a world ruled by women with minimal dissent seems like a great idea.
But not every woman can be Madonna, with a carefully structured world to escape to.
A matriarchal society is perfect for affluent females used to footing the bill for men, and men who long to be taken care of.
But a woman who can’t, or just won’t, support a man, or a man who doesn’t want to be kept up by women, will ultimately reject the idea. Even in America.
The feminist movement has worked too well for its own good. It’s fueled by very powerful women.
Powerful, angry, lonely, women.
Next Time: All the things the election WASN’T about, and my favorite meltdown moment.
BTW: Here’s Madonna’s legendary American Bandstand debut, complete with her mission statement. Had she offered to blow domes for the Walt Mondale/Geraldine Ferraro ticket in 1984 like she did for Hillary… Walt still would have lost.
I’m making this last post before the 2016 Election a Random Thoughts edition. I’m SO over it, and have a ton of stuff going on personally. I’ll cover that in the year-end post.
I have never, ever longed for an election to be done as I have with this one. It’s the most desperate, negative, and outright contrived campaign season I’ve ever seen.
The GOP candidate is absolutely right that this election is rigged. And his ascendancy to main super-villain is the clearest example of that.
The DNC candidate had to have said super-villain as an antagonist, but SHE’S her own toughest opponent.
The last 16 months have had an obvious story line in play. The woman is supposed to slay the evil man-dragon. What if America breaks character, and the dragon wins?
The DNC has their woman, and the GOP has their loose-cannon pop culture star. Together, they’ve been in the public eye for over 60 years, and have the baggage to prove it.
Are the days of slowly building candidates into national winners over? It worked as recently as eight years ago.
Are people all over the Internet praising their candidates because they actually like them, or because they want to drag others down with them as they make bad choices?
And why is it that most of the defense of one candidate consists of tearing down the other?
Are “undecided” voters actually such, or are they, as is so often the case this time, just too ashamed to admit who they like?
And finally… Who’s going to be the next great bad guy in 2020? Mike Rowe? Caitlyn Jenner? Jake from State Farm?
Well… go on and vote. Enjoy. And by the way, we all know the narrative demands the woman win, but just for the hell of it, I’m putting money on the orangeman. Any takers?
Throughout WCW’s 12-year existence, Sting was what would later describe John Cena: the energetic, likable, attractive hero whose love of the business could compensate for any shortcomings in the ring, not that Sting had that many.
It’s a good thing fans were so devoted to him. Otherwise, Sting’s career would have been over after his very first World Title reign. He and the belt were at the heart of one of WCW’s worst story lines ever: 1990’s Black Scorpion Saga.
To summarize, the Black Scorpion was presented to WCW fans as a past Sting acquaintance intent on destroying him and taking the World Title from him.
Sting won the WCW World Title from Nature Boy Ric Flair at July’s Great American Bash pay-per-view. The next month, a masked, fully clad man claiming to be a former tag team partner, possibly a star new to WCW, began taunting Sting.
Sting and the Scorpion finally faced off at the September Clash of Champions show. Sting easily beat the Scorpion, and went for his mask… only to have another Scorpion to appear on the entrance ramp. He had only beaten one of many Scorpion clones.
The next three months saw somebody calling themselves the Black Scorpion playing tricks, like literal, David Copperfield tricks, to rile him up. Sting played along, loyal guy that he was, but fans were getting annoyed, and just wanted it over with.
Starrcade would be the final Scorpion/Sting World Title match, in a cage with Dick the Bruiser as the referee. The mask HAD to come off the Scorpion; the storyline had run its course. When Sting won, he finally unmasked THE Black Scorpion. It was…
Nature Boy Ric Flair!?
To be fair, the match at Starrcade was fun to watch; Flair and Sting always had great bouts. But the idea that a legend like Flair would need to use parlor tricks and a mask to get a World Title match seemed ridiculous.
It was only after WCW’s demise in 2001 that the whole origin of The Black Scorpion Saga came to light. Originally, it was to promote an outside guy to the World Title scene and ultimately lose, which nobody who wore the mask wanted to do.
It was also WCW’s Executive Vice President Jim Herd’s attempt to get somebody, anybody, to replace his nemesis Flair as Sting’s top opponent. The potential Scorpions’ careers, the WCW World Title, and even the fans were not the top priority.
At the very least, fans expected to see a new face on the title scene, even if he did wind up losing. Jim Herd expected to keep Flair out of the main event. In the end, nobody got anything they wanted out of it.
Herd put the belt back on Flair in January 1991. But the damage had been done; the Sting/Flair rematch drew poorly, and Herd wound up firing Flair from WCW, only to be fired for firing Flair, who took the WCW belt to the WWF with him.
Four months were spent desperately building up an alleged outside challenger. The Black Scorpion character was center stage in WCW, only to lose in the end. And the loss was taken by the only guy who could afford it.
For five months, Donald Trump’s every utterance and facial expression is treated like a prophetic word from Elijah. Some in the Political Church are afraid of him and some are on his bandwagon.
He’s apparently speaking some people’s minds. That in and of itself is not wrong, but these same people would rally around pretty much any soothsayer calling themselves an outsider.
Trump’s really just the modern-day Black Scorpion, a character being built up by talking heads solely to lose. He’ll be the easiest candidate to beat. Luckily, he’s a billionaire, so he can afford it.
I recently declined to participate in a book on minority conservatives declined, citing time restraints. That this man is capable of being center stage suggests I should stick to looking at life through the eyes of a wrestling fan. I know the story line too well.