I try to be fair, but let’s call it what it is. The Democrat Party politicizes, racializes, and sexualizes everything they touch — like a feral cat marking its territory. One of the worst casualties of this new woke religion is any sense of humor. When every dissenting opinion gets branded as racism, Islamophobia, or transphobia, laughter becomes impossible.
What’s maddening is watching formerly reasonable, funny people I’ve known for decades turn into intolerant ideological enforcers. Old friends and even a longtime favorite cousin — once open-minded and free-spirited — now demand purity tests. “Unfriend me if you didn’t vote my way,” he declared after Obama. I reluctantly obliged. It feels like Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The thick-skinned, “fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke” liberalism that once gave us Blazing Saddles is gone, replaced by a humorless Cultural Revolution, American style — driven by racism accusations instead of class struggle, with Obama playing the role of Chairman Xi.
I haven’t gone right-wing. I’m no more religious today than I was back in the public school indoctrination centers. After reading the full King James Bible and Quran, I remain unconvinced by either. But I’m very aware of how easily the human mind falls for cultish indoctrination. And right now, the Democrats have moved the Overton Window so far left they’ve practically landed in communist China.
With all that in mind, I sat down to watch Steven Spielberg’s Disclosure Day.
Despite enjoying many of his films over the years, I went in with low expectations. I’ve been groomed: I now expect leftist ideology in every Hollywood release.
The Academy’s diversity quotas were met with enthusiasm. The cast is sufficiently diverse to appease the DIE assholes. But there’s more. Spielberg’s real message is that empathy is humanity’s highest virtue — not honesty, courage, altruism, or the wisdom to seek objective truth when it conflicts with your ideology. Nope. Empathy is what feminized men now sport like a waxed chest while they gush tears, display vulnerability, cowardice, and incompetence.
Empathy isn’t always virtuous. It becomes downright dangerous when it leads to moral paralysis, excuses evil, or overrides justice and truth — like sympathizing with a killer or celebrating political assassinations.
The film itself is a tedious disappointment. Teary-eyed, quivering-lipped news anchors feel absurdly outdated. Legacy media’s credibility died years ago. The movie has none of the excitement of War of the Worlds, the humanity of Jaws, or the suspense of Close Encounters. There’s no balls — just safe, feminized, empathetic drivel as threatening as a cup of warm cocoa. Ideology has strangled the storytelling.
For your films to rise again like the machines in War of the Worlds, Steven, you’re gonna need a bigger boat… or risk being swallowed whole by the woke wing of your Party.