I get the joke but forgive me if I don’t find it very funny. And IMHO the title of your movie shouldn’t be “American Traitor” but “American Caligula,” because Trump was and is just that bad.

Honestly, I can’t blame Her Majesty for not wanting her dogs to outlive her. I feel the same way about my Shih-tzu, because if I passed on ahead of him who would take care of him? Especially care for him the way I do?

Maybe not even then.

I get that it’s open season in America on religious people because of all the excesses your evangelicals have inflicted upon the rest of you, but really, isn’t this sort of thing a bit much?

(Although, the way I hear it, Brightburn was kind of damned to be what he became before he ever landed on Earth ... )

What to do if space junk lands in your yard?

Aaand in case nobody else has noticed, we’ll see Paris, we’ll see France, we just might see her --

This makes me wonder if these people have even heard of Wounded Knee.

Thus, basically, NOT for saving lives -- and from what you say John realized it, poor guy.

Sam Wilson’s being a former PJ is important not just because it shows he’s just as badass as John Walker, but because it shows his focus has always been on saving lives rather than taking them — just like Steve Rogers.

Okay, comments:

I dunno about race, but in the pic that leads this post Kaya the Black Planeswalker looks entirely too calm for someone in the middle of a brawl.

More specifically IMHO, we’re looking at a combination of two cognitive dissonances, already dangerous in themselves.

One down.

There’s a REASON they called the stuff Gorilla Glue. Amirite?

A trial? An orange jumpsuit? Dr. Emilio, you’re thinking too small.

On the other hand, back around Christmas time (of all times) there was this case here in the Philippines of a cop who reacted to being dissed to his face by shooting two people dead.

Ever hear the story about Teddy Roosevelt’s bar fight? He walked into a bar one night just hoping for supper, but this drunken sleazeoid was whooping up the place (just like the guy Mr. TeaKO whacked). Mr. Drunk spots Teddy and wobbles over, dissing him for a four-eyed pantywaist. Must’ve figured Teddy would just sit…

When I first heard about it I told myself that EVE’s previous biggest battle of them all, the B-R5R-B Titanomachy, would make a heckuva movie if only someone would lay out what happened in a coherent narrative. This sounds like another such deal.

Creepy? I found it quite melancholy: a restless spirit’s last stab at making up for a cruel joke that backfired, Beatrix’s last chance to make amends to the two people she loved despite it all.