It’s satire. Or is it? I wouldn’t put it past Merrick Garland, Jack Smith, Letitia James, Alvin Bragg, or Fani Willis. #Repost@thebabylonbee with @use.repost
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“He was like that when I got here!”
Yeah, that’s right. Flaunt our civilization in the stupid faces of the Greens (and they almost always call themselves “Greens”) of Europe. Show them how our ancestors left Europe to build a better life here - and succeeded. Suck it, Eco-Nazis.
Someone needs to say this, so I will. I and many, many others have been directing a LOT of very deserved criticism at The Acolyte series. But I’m sure I speak for the vast majority of Star Wars fans when I say none of said criticism is directed at Lee Jung-Jae (@from_jjlee ), who plays Master Sol (seriously, the idiots who wrote this series named the Korean actor’s character “Sol”.) The joke is that Lee will need spinal surgery for carrying The Acolyte on his back. He learned English and is busting his butt for Star Wars and Star Wars fans. He is the ONLY reason to watch this insulting train wreck of a series. It’s a testament to Lee’s talent that he’s stuck with horrible dialogue, a nonsensical plot, and mediocre (at best) cast members and yet he still shines. Lee Jung-Jae deserves a good role in Star Wars. I must tip my @pittsburghpirates ball cap to Lee Jung-Jae. May you have all the success in Hollywood you want, Mr. Lee. You deserve it for giving your all in The Acolyte.
There is a medieval European legend of something called a “night rider”. No, not a talking Firebird; I already have two of those. The story goes, anyone traveling alone at night, especially through a wooded area, was liable to encounter one of these creatures. Apparently, few if anyone actually saw one of these creatures, but he (and it was almost always a he) would feel it. Some *thing* would land on his shoulders. It immediately dug its long, sharp claws into his shoulders, back, and face to maintain its seat, so he couldn’t shake it off. Which was another problem because its weight was immense. The night rider would hiss abuse into the man’s ears, driving him onward toward some destination. The night rider would disappear just before dawn, but by then the man might die of exhaustion.
There would seem to be overlap or a cross between this legend and the Scandinavian legend of the *utburd* or *myling* (*mylingr*) who was a vengeful ghost of unwanted baby who was exposed or murdered by the parents - today it might be called a “retroactive abortion” - and thus was unbaptized. The burdened traveler would be forced to carry the myling to consecrated ground such as a cemetery, except the myling would gain weight as they approached the graveyard. The weight could crush the burdened traveler or drive him into the ground; the traveler could die of exhaustion, or just be unable to continue, at which point the myling would become enraged and murder the unfortunate man.
If you’re wondering why I don’t look happy in this photo, it’s because Brinkley has dug her claws into my back and shoulders, and it hurts.
