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RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER = MOST OFFENSIVE HOLIDAY SPECIAL...

RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER = MOST OFFENSIVE HOLIDAY SPECIAL EVER

Reblogging this from last Christmas…

I watched “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” the other night with my two boys. It’s a holiday tradition at my house. Every year, the film grows more and more disturbing. I don’t know if it’s just because I’ve seen it so many fucking times… It was made in 1964, but it may as well have been made in Berlin in 1940 as part of the Third Reich’s propaganda campaign against the west…. that is until the last 5 minutes when everything is made wonderful again…

I suggest you watch it one more time this holiday, but consider the following.

1) Hermey is obviously a gay elf with an unhealthy oral fixation. He’s kicked out because he makes the other elves nervous. Apparently they’re all homophobes?

2) Rudolph is a metaphor for being black in 1960’s America. He’s the most athletic (first young reindeer able to fly?) and when Clarice takes a liking to him, what happens? Her father comes over and says, “no Doe of mine is going to be seen with the likes of you”…

3) Yukon Cornelius is apparently a dead-beat dad running from child support payments or maybe even gambling debts? Whatever the reason, he’s traveled all the way to the North Pole in search of silver and gold. Is it me or is an undertone of “bestiality” played out in the interaction between Yukon and Rudolph, Yukon and his dogs and between Yukon and the Abominable Snowman? Maybe that’s why he ends up a “humble bumble”…

4) The Abominable Snowman is political satire for how we cast out and feared the mentally handicapped in the 60s. Sad really.

5) Clarice was a doe-eyed doe with stripper eyelashes and a come-hither walk. Reindeer on the verge of the sexual revolution. Also, consider that her father was worried enough about appearances that he didn’t want her seen with Rudolph but he could give a shit less when she wondered off into the blizzard with Rudolph’s mom and was about to be eaten by the mentally retarded snow monster…

6) Donner, Rudolph’s dad, showed such great shame at his son’s deformity that he tried to cover it with black soot. Apparently, Rudolph’s mom had been stepping out on Donner with another “red-nosed” woodland creature… oh the humanity! Also, when Santa tells Donner, “you should be ashamed! Too bad too, he had a nice liftoff” Donner just bows his head and walks off. No family pride? What a coward.

7) That brings us to Santa. What a bitch! He was a racist anorexic who hated non-conformists. When the elves practice their song, he acts as if his head is about to explode. Withdrawals possibly?

8) Mrs Claus was an enabler who possibly suffered from “Munchausen By Proxy” which would explain Santa’s yo-yoing diet.

9) The Island of Misfit Toys was where all of the Bohemians were exiled and King Moonracer was the Jack Kerouac of the North Pole.

10) The misfit toys themselves were portrayed as being drug-addled unintelligent trash. Why didn’t Charlie just change his name? You can’t sand those wheels down on the train or swap the jelly with water in the squirtgun? There wasn’t anything wrong with Dollie either. I’m guessing she was a “fag-hag”? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

As messed up as all of this is, for a children’s Christmas special, everything comes full circle and Rudolph is recognized as the savior, leading Santa around the world to save Christmas. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s prophetic… Rudolph is Barack Obama.

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Those of us who have been trolling usenet since before the dawn of the world wide web are now chewing nails and staring down the barrel of mental breakdown.

This must be one of the signs of the apocalypse.

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rest in peace…

I’m so fucked.

sleep...

80+ hour work week, 3 all-niters, nearly a gross of Diet Mountain Dew, 5-Hour Energy chasers (I don’t think they do shit but it’s more of a placebo thing at this point), enough Monster Orangeade that I was able to order a zip up hoodie on tabs… I run from sleep like it’s got a hockey mask and a machete until I long for the sweet relief the penultimate raised blade showered in lens flare and punctuated by a waterphone cacophony of eerie melodic dread are about to deliver on the down thrusted hand covered in Crystal Lake mud and muck… here I am, half naked, tits hanging out, frolicking through the trees after curfew looking for Brad who went back to the cabin to get a six pack of nattie-lite and I can’t even get a ‘wuzup girl’ outta the boy from the lake.

Apple pie and Boxing PPV are in my near future…

Apple pie and Boxing PPV are in my near future…

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