Comic book crank Frank Milller’s political philosophy has become as angry—and jagged, and messy—as his drawing style pretty much since 9/11, when Miller first began turning his grim, nihilistic viewpoint into an all-out war against terrorism, then put his money where his mouth was and boldly joined the front lines by drawing superheroes punching Muslims right in the face. And yet, while Miller puts himself out there, on the wall, every single day to defend our freedoms by making hyper-violent wish-fulfillment cartoons, there’s a whole generation of people who are wasting their time on meaningless, masturbatory exercises.
For example, Occupy Wall Street, which Frank Miller recently excoriated in an exceedingly Frank Miller manner via a lengthy blog post titled “Anarchy,” which takes OWS protesters to task for not contributing in any meaningful or intelligent way to solving the nation's problems. Like killing Muslims, or at the very least, drawing a guy with a giant fist killing a Muslim. And Frank Miller has had it with this pointless movement that has yet to kill a single Muslim. He's had it, he says!
Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense:
The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.
“Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” — HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached – is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.
This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage — both politically and physically — every which way they can find.
Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy.
Maybe, between bouts of self-pity and all the other tasty tidbits of narcissism you’ve been served up in your sheltered, comfy little worlds, you’ve heard terms like al-Qaeda and Islamicism.
And this enemy of mine — not of yours, apparently – must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh – out of your vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle.
In the name of decency, go home to your parents, you losers. Go back to your mommas’ basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft. [sic]
Or better yet, enlist for the real thing. Maybe our military could whip some of you into shape.
They might not let you babies keep your iPhones, though. Try to soldier on
Schmucks.
FM
Indeed, go home to your mom’s basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft things—which are the childish and dumb pursuits of most OWS protesters—while Frank Miller gets on with the business of men: creating comic books that can then be turned into big-budget movies by corporations that you babies can then drool over in your sheltered, comfy little worlds while watching them on your iPads. (Please.) And also know this, Occupy Wall Street protesters: Right now Frank Miller is drawing Batman punching you so, so hard. [via THR]