Waves one hand around angrily to get everyone's attention, while, with the other hand he accepts the bag of money under the table.
It's all so tiresome and skin-crawlingly pathetic.
Mewl and whine and kevetch, but turn that yellow-stained belly up for the real master: money. I'd actually respect a man for standing on principal --a stupid, misguided principal, but respectable in its own way if held to.
Dear lord, can J.K. Rowling just be left alone already? I sick and tired of Transgender activists. Transgender activists are acting like, oh I don’t know, Nazis? The same buzzword that Radical Leftists like to use on us?
Think about all the "celebrities" screaming and demonizing her, but they're still tripping all over themselves to suckle at the money teat--as many of them as can get their mouths on it--when they're not hollering in outrage to placate the mob too clueless to understand what's really going on.
That's a power move right there. Lithgow squealing like a little angry piggy, but he keeps snuggling up to mama and all the wealth she's dribbling out for him.
Same with fans howling bloody murder, but going out, as adults, and buying the books, the games, the clothing, the posters, the bed sheets, and any other scrap of merch that purchasing makes them feel, however fleetingly, less empty inside.
Performative outrage.
Waves one hand around angrily to get everyone's attention, while, with the other hand he accepts the bag of money under the table.
It's all so tiresome and skin-crawlingly pathetic.
Mewl and whine and kevetch, but turn that yellow-stained belly up for the real master: money. I'd actually respect a man for standing on principal --a stupid, misguided principal, but respectable in its own way if held to.
Dear lord, can J.K. Rowling just be left alone already? I sick and tired of Transgender activists. Transgender activists are acting like, oh I don’t know, Nazis? The same buzzword that Radical Leftists like to use on us?
I actually suspect Rowling enjoys it.
Think about all the "celebrities" screaming and demonizing her, but they're still tripping all over themselves to suckle at the money teat--as many of them as can get their mouths on it--when they're not hollering in outrage to placate the mob too clueless to understand what's really going on.
That's a power move right there. Lithgow squealing like a little angry piggy, but he keeps snuggling up to mama and all the wealth she's dribbling out for him.
Same with fans howling bloody murder, but going out, as adults, and buying the books, the games, the clothing, the posters, the bed sheets, and any other scrap of merch that purchasing makes them feel, however fleetingly, less empty inside.