Culture war theories:Western culture storytelling vs The Empire of Disney

Disney is a goble company with no ties or loyalties to The West only money to be made from western culture and pissing on the fables and legacy storytelling of The West.

Fuck. They can’t even tell a half assed Mullan story without shitting the bed with The East and The West.

Why though? They own the fables and stories of the West, right?! They own the rich creative properties of the past, right?!

How the fuck can you own the heroes journey or western culture storytelling?!

Still though, they own the art but have zero respect for the traditions and legacy or history of the art. How do I know this?

Is Ray of the Star Wars Disney movies a bad bitch? Is she sexy? Does Ray have a heroic story arc that is classic to western female characters of the 70s, 80s or 90s female characters in movies at least?

Ray? I think of her as a sex less nun at best or a big headed alien the universe is centered around.

Mullan, 2020. Is that movie on pair with Eastern female archetypes? Is it even using fantasy in a way that is indicative of asian females.

I made the state in passing that Star Wars is dead in a previous blog. Commercial wise yes but it was also a call to say it’s time to create the next legacy that is callback to Flash Gordon and heros journey or in my case Tango & Cash meets Highlander.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to Count Dankula

Rich in worth and comedy.

Human. To his very bone. Brave and enduring in a time of pussies and asshole globle asshole diggers.

Faced with the threat of imprisonment and bullshiting because of a dog and some little dick assholes burned in the memory modern day blue haired dumbasses.

He took to court and he was pronounced guilty. The fucking comedy of modern day first world problems. Now he spends his days busting his blog and making videos about the legendary evil bastards and other weird shit.

Now….in English.

Some fucking Scottish YouTube comedian did a joke involving a dog and some asshole named Hitler. Fuck I care. The shit wasn’t that funny and I lost interest. The comedy was seeing a dude go to court for a joke and be found guilty and then him making a failed bid as a politician to change the shit only to create the best comedy/weird shit about evil bastards of the past video series named mad lads.

I don’t care about his politics. Real talk. I love the dude for making me laugh and having an amazing sense of humor about the weird shit he went with the law. He’s a fighter and family man. I rock with both and I respect both.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to Ground Hog Day

Yeah. I watched this shit waaaay to much!

But, the reason being. I love this movie.

Phil cycles through his life in repeats and reruns. This is way before he enters the day of repeats into forever in a single day.

He starts his journey from confusion to acceptance to degenerate behaviors all converging into a metaphorical shitter of lost hopes and depression.

He can do anything he wants but he can’t find his way to capturing, stealing, or sucking happiness out of the mortal men and women that live in a state of it in the moment.

His journey. Is our journey. The road to wonderland. The road to Oz. The road to happy thoughts and living, just living.

It began with one knee downward touching the ground..humility.

Honesty. Virtue. Wisdom. Truth. The noble virtues. Happiness came and in that happiness change came and like the laughter of a child draws your attention love was finally attrached and made a bid for his heart.

Holy shit. Hot damn! What a good movie.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Should a man seek to be a pimp instead of a simp? That’s like saying should a man seek to be a cult leader instead of cult member? #FuckedUpShit

What the fuck my dude? I grew up with Highlander movies and Cobra. It used to be enough for a man to be a bad ass. Shit.

Come on my dude. This shit isn’t hard. A pimp is no different from a fucking slave owner who beats his slaves, works his slaves and fucks his slaves. Jim Jones did the same bullshit too until he bought into his own bullshit.

A simp. Holy shit! A dude that worships females. Holy shit.. You don’t worship a female. You put that bitch on a table and give her the hammer treatment with a Sunday surprise if she acts right.

The notion of dude worshipping a female any female. Holy shit. For female bullshit alone no female is worth bowing down to but I have met some females worth flipping off or giving a legal spanking in court.

No my dude. You must be you have to be a mother fucking bad ass.

Pimping?! The idea of dealing with female bullshit on the regular is crazy to me. That type of dude maybe loves pussy and money more then he loves being sane and free from an endless supply of female bullshit.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Song of the day…Snake Plissken theme song

If it has not escaped your notice I do have a bit of a warm affection for action movies..

Escape from L.A is one of my favorites. There are many scenes and musical numbers that come to my mind from the movie but one scene stands and song is cemented in my head. It’s the Snake Plissken suit up scene.

The cheese and dominance in the scene is good shit. What does the song feel like?

It sounds like a bad ass suiting up to kick some ass. The sounds my dude. You ain’t going to ballroom for a dance. You going to yard to stomp some ass with shit kicking boots. The bass rift. The right tone. The right emotion. You know what it is my dude.

Action bullshit fine art my dude. Put the shit on when your getting ready to out to work. Don’t tell the shit doesn’t lighten you mood and get your mindset right.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Song of the day Roll the Bones by Shakey Graves

This is the version I like for now. If you know anything about Shakey it’s this…he is the music. It doesn’t matter what song you hear at one time that same song can change depending on his mood and the flow he’s in that moment.

He’s very much a proformance musician/artist.

The version of Roll the Bones I like has that flow and feel of texas days on the roads. What does Roll the Bones feel like….

Day to day. I roll the bones with my Life on these strange and twisting Roads. Never complete. Always Changing. Chance and happenstance Can happen. On a dime. On a whim. These roads I travel on change with The seasons and temperment of the Masses. These roads I travel on are a Kin to the roads I grew up on. These Country roads. These texas roads. I Roll the bones.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Who the hell is this guy? That’s the question I’m asking myself about a charecter I’m writing about (writing craft)

I’ve been writing stories and poetry for a long damn time. Not more then the greats but more then the average asshole that wishes a upon a star and then doesn’t do the work to craft a bridge to never never land. Yet, I find myself writing about a man that is light years smarter and practical then me and I find a interested to know more so I write more and throw more at him to see how he reacts and I am surprised every time.

I’m not trying to shine on my own shit or say I am reaching a stage of brilliance..none of that is hitting the mark. I just have a question for myself or rather to you my fellow writers and lovers of the song language and writen word.

Have you ever found yourself wondering upon the discovery of a character’s thoughts on digital screen or notepad…

Who the hell is this guy?

There is nothing new under the sun. We all gather our materials from somewhere in this world in our interactions with people in our own dreams to write or to paint.

I have an idea of where I could have gathered an idea for this charecter now upon digging through my thoughts in this post. One man or concept of man comes to mind. The Sigma who deals in strategy and mystery.

But again that is one piece of a personality type. The man I’m writing about is complicated piece of a man that exists in fictional world I had not even intended to make. I started with a charecter and world built itself around the charecter or once the charecter is established how he is reflects the world he is piece of.

I find this stuff wonderfully amazing. The craft or art of writing. I’m still learning and I’m surprised by it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The days have gone to the dogs but honestly…I’m having fun what about you?

The fucking ride doesn’t end my friend.

You know I started this year with that notion in my head. It hasn’t gone away. I’ve had my ups and downs and my highs and lows.

Granted the year is still not done more is surely to come but I can tell you my friends honestly I am enjoying the ride so far. The growth in my charecter and dominance holy shit is skyrocketing.

Again, this is my theme. Embrace the same gusto my friend. The Times will get tougher. Days will go to the dogs but we must push on. We must change and strive toward the excellence and adventure of owning our own bad ass attitude.

Hey, it’s in our blood. We are the descendents of survivers and bad ass fuckers.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Geena Davis was a bad bitch in the day. I’m trying to figure out if she was a bad ass bitch though.

I’m set to make an Ode to one of Geena Davis’s films. Where she was without a doubt a one of a kind bad bitch in the day.

It’s one of the lost treasures of the 90s that was as much a throw back to the 80s. Pure action, comedy and humanity. The fucking rang that bitch had back in the day was holy shit.

Bad ass bitch?

I don’t know. I really need to review her 90s shit. She wasn’t a watered down piece shit action females we have today..

Yeah. I’m not sorry at all. Geena Davis would have made a beter black Widow then the pretty female they got to play her. She was the shit in her time bar none mother fucker.

If you missed out on her undefeated regain that’s just to fucking bad. The bitch was the 6’0 mother fucking bad bitch in her day and a fucking winner at life.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Back buttom conservative hoes hate Mother Russia…why? The fuck I know let’s theorize!

Listen any time is a good time to fuck with neo liberal conservatives or as I like to call them back buttom conservative hoes.

The war drums are sounding off for the back buttom conservative hoes to make a bid at fucking with Russia.

How do I know this? All roads lead to fuckers talking about shit in the Ukraine. Now you and I don’t give a fuck on the real who is even taking a shit in the Ukraine but apparently back buttom conservative hoes do if it could get them into a fight/war/bullshit with Russia.

No word from silent Pimp cocain Democrats on it. Why? Wars good for the pimping business my dude.

Also remember the rule…if pimp cocain Democrats and conservative hoes are joining hands or fucking in bed together then you know whose getting fucked…

Us.

This sex addiction the fuckers have with war is something that is both bizarre to me and weirdly funny. I just wish a upon a star to be in a room with Crept Keeper Joe and ask him when he first busted his first nut starting a fucking war..was it before he sold secrets to china or did he always have a weird fetish for starting world worlds for fun.

This is the shit I think about you.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 5…brainstorming

Okay…let’s take a Nomads with a twist of A Time To Kill and mix of Mad Max..hmm. let’s go.

Prologue

Erin

I got the report that Jonny was dead not from the city station but a next from the clan elder telling me to come home. I was barely awake or had time to cope with my brother being dead. I took a few seconds and then I got out of bed. I would need to get the body ready for travel to the Wild Lands. To home.

I got out of bed and washed up. I was out of my apartment and hitting the street with side piece on my side.

Hmmm…add some action.

Ch ?

Erin

Peter gave me the long look as I got out of the train as they unloaded the body. I knew what he wanted to know.

The elder and the rest of my brothers were all wondering. I sighed. “I have to find out who did it first. It would save me time and mess with the cops if we can get a name. I’m a runner and I have a license to terminate on the request of a-“

Peter took me in a hug. He kissed my temple. “Thank you.” He said.

I patted his back. “We’ll get em brother. Eye for an eye.”

“Tooth for a tooth. No mother kills one of our own without punishment.” Peter said.

Hot damn! I got something here..

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg