The Five Most Morally Repugnant Films to the Traditional American Family
By Bill O'Reilly | Posted Under Seriously Random Lists | Comments (45)
As many of you might have heard, Jennifer Aniston said some fairly shocking things earlier this week while she was out promoting a movie called The Switch, which is apparently not a movie about Mickey Mantle. She said, and I quote, “Women are realizing more and more knowing that they don’t have to settle with a man just to have that child.” Putting aside the blatant retardedry of that sentence, I have to ask: Though it’s technologically possible, why would you want to? That’s just another instance of the media not showing the proper respect to men and fathers. It’s ridiculous. I found the statement appalling. She’s throwing a message out to 12-year-olds and 13-year-olds that, ‘Hey you don’t need a guy. You don’t need a dad.’ That’s destructive to our society. And I’m tired of seeing this trend in Hollywood where morally reprehensible characters are being rewarded for their behavior. It’s. Got. To. Stop. But it’s not just The Switch. Let’s run down five other examples of morally-challenged, dysfunctional families who are applauded, who are held up to be great examples of parents by Hollywood, when in fact they are morally corrupt parental figures.
Toy Story: On its face, these Pixar movies look like nice, clean wholesome family entertainment. But if you look close enough, you’ll realize that Andy’s Mom — who is voiced by that Hollywood lesbian, Laurie Metcalfe — is a single mother. How did she get that way? It’s not explicitly stated in the movie, but I think we can easily read the implication: She has no idea who the father is. Just one of many random men she probably picked up at a local bar and took home with her. This woman is as loose as clown pockets, and here she is in a computer-animated cartoon essentially bragging about it. Sure, there’s lots of great single mothers in the world, but we don’t need a Hollywood movie shoving it down our throats, telling us that it’s an ideal situation. It’s dysfunctional, and it is one more step in the breakdown of our family units.
Iron Giant: Have you seen this piece of work? Anti-Second Amendment, disgusting liberal porn. There’s a robot in this movie — who is probably gay, by the way — who runs around in this picture spouting off some gibberish like, “Guns kill,” and “You’re not a gun.” That’s a load of bull-crap. Let me ask you something. How many people died of AIDS last year? 45.7 million people. That’s right. 45.7 million people in Montana alone died of AIDS. And how many people died because of a gun last year in the entire United States of America? Four! And in all four instances, it was because of gangs. Guns don’t kill people. Gays kill people. With their AIDS. Why doesn’t Hollywood make a movie about that?
Aladdin: Prince Ali Ababwa? Jafar? Jasmine? What kind of names are these? Terrorist propaganda. Pure and simple. A movie about a bunch of Muslim Jihadists who want to kill a bunch of innocent people because they think Allah demands it. Don’t even get me started.
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs: This movie is an affront to American capitalism and democracy. Children who watch this movie are going to come away with the message that they can sit around on their lazy butts and wait for cheeseburgers to fall out of the sky. That’s not the America I grew up in. That’s not my America. In the world I grew up in, we earned our cheeseburgers through hard work, dedication, and prayer. Not like this movie, where food just falls from the sky! And what about this invention? This invention that turns rain into food? These people are screwing with mother nature! God only gave us one planet, and I will not stand idly by in my air-conditioned SUV drinking bottled water and allow our children to grow up and use Mother Nature for their own gain! That’s not how it works, buddy. Not in my America.
Where the Wild Things Are: A heinous, revolting mess. This movie’s message is clear. I don’t even have to spell it out for you. One word: Bestiality. Why does Hollywood think it’s OK to depict young boys rolling around on the ground with big hairy monsters? Is that the kind of children they raise in Hollywood? Kids who would frolic with known beasts? We can’t let this continue, America. We have to put a stop to it. Or else, one day, we’ll wake up, and find the miscegenation of our species. Half boy/half monster. I think we all know what the “wild rumpus” is, and unless we put a stop to this, we’re going to have teenagers on top of cliffs, recklessly engaging in wild animal orgies. What’s next? Prop 10? Furry marriages? It’s an outrage. And don’t even get me started about Monsters, Inc.
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Posted by: Rykker at August 12, 2010 11:33 AM
Yeah, that kinda sounds just like him.