THE WRATH OF GRAPES

OK. So it's a silly title. But I was responding to a silly review. 

I posted this main entry awhile back. Between the current occupant and the Republican congress my little rant could have been written yesterday. 

Checking out the reviews of Grapes of Wrath on Amazon. The one star ones. Most of them were for the quality of the discs, but there was one about Hollywood’s socialist agenda and individual responsibility. I did not post the following reply. Mostly because it would have been classified as a personal attack. 

But I can post it here. "I should have known it would be promoting socialism and the greater good collective at the expense off the individual and individual freedom and responsibility. It shows Hollywood's Communist bent has been around for a long time."

"Listen you blithering idiot, batshit crazy twit. It’s damned hard to exercise personal responsibility when your drought stunted crop has just been buried by the last dust storm? When the dust is filtering in around the windows and doors? When you’ve either been foreclosed by the bank or the landlord has decided that sharing the non existent crop just isn’t worth it anymore and your house has just been bulldozed? Oh and if you really want to get your knickers in a twist? Find the book and read that. The movie is the sanitized version of the story. 

There aren’t enough farmers, sailors, loggers and miners around anymore. They know that control is an illusion. You can work yourself into an early grave taking all the responsibility in the universe and you can’t control the weather or much of anything else. 

And I can remember when business was the major you signed up for if you couldn't do anything else. Somehow we managed to fight the second world war. Help rebuild Europe and our own country with scarcely a business major in sight. We knew how to plan for the future. Or at least a couple of years down the road. 

I suspect this author must be an MBA or some other business school graduate. Too many of them not only still have the illusion that we control anything but have fixed it so that by the time the shit hits the fan they've gotten theirs and the customer is left holding the bag with a hole in it.