Now that Trump’s a bum, there’s nothing to rubberneck, here. Now, we can stare these clowns in the eye. Then convey utter indifference. Praise the Bored.

“My fear is that children will watch this film, unaware that it massively exaggerates the Roald Dahl original and that limb differences begin to be feared.”

... Of course Rammstein are an organic, European folk group, with no American influences. They were inspired by Riverdance, bagpipes (“A gentleman knows how to play bagpipes. But doesn’t.” - Thanks, Dad), and Jimmy Savile, a true, um, “progressive”.

‘Smug’? Oh, the humanitarianism. SMUG? Europeans have multiple dialects for people like you. Wanker.

He didn’t expect to win and has been regretting it ever since. He’s in survival mode now. The Presidency is the only thing protecting him from the endless lawsuits, civil and otherwise, that are waiting for him. That’ll make for the greatest reality tv ever. He’ll finally get the ratings he claims to get ...

There was another story on Trump and what will happen if he gets the arse. The comments was a wishlist, involving stuff like bankruptcy and prison rape - All the Schadenfraude decency can buy ... What do you want to happen to him? Go on, admit it. It’s fun.

It’s all we had/have ... Gratifying, huh?

No, he’s ‘Winning’.

I live in Australia. We won’t get to choose. Trump’ll feed everyone pain. Except the Russians. They get ventilators ...

... All I have. Nothing. Left.

Ferguson’s a God. Who else rips up the questions, on the way to a Peabody? These days, we have Trump and Corden ...

Yeah, now they’ve got room for this waxy figure

Netflix Australia reckons Boogie Nights is a comedy. Oh, 90s, Ironic 70s Retro Chic ... Have bellbottoms, prop comedy ensues (Macy’s got a gun) ...

To quote Trump, “Some people say ... ”

Its standard practice, telecine. Whatever colour the actors are, you’ve gotta keep your reds in the wide shots consistent with the reds in the mid-shots, otherwise, you’ve got an inconsistent, confusing mess.

Indeed. The more bullshit that’s out there, the more reality can be dismissed.

They’re also really good at skewering virtue signalling, L.

After he jumps ship, he gets canonised for #Isurvivedgreed & consequently becomes an influencer, flogging 1 carot aluminium jewellery ... Poor bastard. You’re right. The Victim of Father card (which his father recommended he copyright) is all he’ll have in this oh-so-objective world ...

... Indeed. The preferable-to-kids Dorothy the Dinosaur won’t be available until 2024, when reality tv is credible again.