“My Roanoke Nightmare” A Nightmare of PC Moralizing

Me screaming, "TURN IN YOUR WRITER'S GUILD CARD!"

Me screaming, “TURN IN YOUR WRITER’S GUILD CARD!”

The new “My Roanoke Nightmare” is a nightmare of PC moralizing and I predicted it months ago after both Coven and HOTEL (“Don’t Be A Vaxxer”),started the trend. Coven had all the right stuff before it started wretching and choking for air from the constant racist commentary and overkill subject of prejudices. I mean if there was a high court for artistic treason, American Horror Story writers on that series should be put in chains for forcing watchers through that misery. The followup HOTEL was really just them so high on themselves that its not even mentionable and the lousy ratings prove that decadence and depravity for the sake of not much order won’t make a delicious dessert. The key to baking is measured ingredients and same goes for complex story lines. I’m also betting HOTEL made no one run out and get the flu shot FYI.
Before the CIA or someone in Hollyweird got their hands on the hit show, American Horror Story, it was still art for art’s sake and was genuinely “An original.” But with HOTEL, we got vanity from the writers and makers and now with My Roanoake Nightmare, the PC police are clearly the handlers and the show moves like a bad dark comedy moralizing as it goes. So in the name of Modern Liberals spiritually living inside of, absolutely craving and lusting for harping on negative generalities, here’s my PC Checklist ReCapp from last night’s “horror story.”
 
1. Interracial Couple – CHECK
2. Confederate Flag Is scawee – CHECK
3. The South Is Only Racist – CHECK
4. Rednecks The South’s Only Citizen Type – CHECK
5. Cops R Useless – CHECK
6. Gun 4 Protection Locked Up – CHECK
7. Transgender Actor Insert (Sonny & Cher Offspring) – CHECK
 
Now, on the surface, these are real life things to varying degrees and can be used in stories. I agree and I agree that all art is open for interpretation. But in the context of the episode’s script, these things are obvious moralizing and just from an art standpoint, failures in the show and the show fails because of them. And yes, you could say that perhaps the characters are entitled to be written as Modern Liberals and that perhaps we’re going to all be shocked when the writers surprise us by spoofing them or showing that their twisted thinking will be their demise. If that’s the case, BRING IT ON! But I doubt that’s the temperature here. This is just PC preaching and they try to make it seem like every day logical conversation. The interracial couple is the only ambiguous one but upon reflection of the others, doubtful and more of the same. But at the end of day, its not totally indefensible. I mean there are interracial couples And I’m fine with that.
Other than more ignorance shown about The Confederate Flag via the main male, black character, and his obvious lack of education like many Americans about what The Civil War really was, my favorite PC moment was respective of the gun being locked up goodie. Any writer worth his Hollywood pants was verbally shouting at the TV last night and probably something like, “You should have your Writer’s Guild card revoked!”
Bear in mind, the main female character, “Shelby” (actress Sarah Paulson), in like a week, has already dealt with attempted murder of herself, ghosts and general creepiness in this house which is why supporting female character,”Lee” (Angela Bassett), her sister-in-law and former cop, comes to stay to begin with. We’ve already seen Sarah’s character in this kitchen scene with Lee, ask about her gun. To which Lee says, paraphrasing, “Oh they may have taken my badge, but momma still has her gun” or something to that effect where yes, only Bassett could make you feel that line like she owns that gun and can wield it. So you and I as viewers, we are then instilled with a confidence that she will protect Shelby are we not? Yes, unquestionably. So inside of the very same scene essentially, during an argument between them, they suddenly become aware that intruders may be in the house and that somehow they’ve gone to the basement. If you’ve not seen it I’ll spare you the massive holes in the logic of these scenes but you may wish to just spare yourself by not watching the show. But once they’ve stepped several steps down toward the very large and dark basement, Shelby asks, “Where’s your gun?” And yes, we as the viewers assuming that Lee would never in a million go into the basement unarmed after such a statement only moments before. Not unless of course, Lee is a complete human contradiction OR which is the only real possibility, this is where in the writer’s meeting, either some government paid jockey or Liberal nutbag with greater clout, suddenly grabbed the script and said, “Yeah, you gotta put in this line.” So what was the line of massive artifice and utter contradiction?
Lee turns to Shelby and says with the tone of explaining one putting a dryer sheet into a dryer, “Upstairs locked up where it should be!”
KA-DONG!
Really Lee? Really creators & writers of American Horror Story?
Why not just have these characters hold up literal flash card like signs when you artificially inseminate us with your moralizing drivel? I mean as a fan of the show at one time? If you’re going to rob me of your great art? If you’re going to rape my time invested? If you’re going to insult me with brevity of a handsome highway man who bows before and after stealing my wallet? At least have the decency to say you’re going to do it in such an obvious way before I tune in?
Oh, and when’s the last time you ever met a black guy named Matt? Like never. You never have. You never did and you never will. Why not just name the white girl chracter La’Shelbeeqwah? Unbelievable.
The real American Horror Story is this show thinking its passing as cutting edge or innovative or next level. Its not even basically good because its sold its substance out to politics and the worst kind of them. The series feature HOTEL was an all time ratings low and I argue because of the same confusion between art for art’s sake, and art by direction of the controllers. They might as well rename this series, DOOMED.
When's the last time you met a black guy named Matt?

The Faces of Modern Liberals or The Anti-Americans To Be Historically Correct (HC)

My Huckleberry Friend…

By Shannon Scott

Some of my fans and friends out there have already read this but wanted to add it to my blog as its been a popular request. Really looking forward to the expanded version of this story one day so people can really appreciate what a great friendship I shared with Paul Blatner and what a great man he was to this life!

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So I have a theory on why I saw the ghosts two days ago. It was today that I learned that on the same day, one of my very good friends, mentors, teachers, Paul Blatner died. He was an amazing man who I will never in my life forget and he was just 58. He was one of the most amazing collectors I have ever met and very distinguished in his accomplishments. He started The Savannah History Museum, was an archivist at The Smithsonian and some of the objects on permanent loan there in the black studies collection, are considered priceless and the most valuable in the museum itself. He was funny, like a brother and I just talked to him less than two weeks ago for the last time and we shared some laughs. I am currently writing a story to honor his memory and our friendship and will be sharing it with everyone soon. A funny moment occurred this morning. I did not know his funeral was in Bonaventure at 10:30am but as I walked my tour to the map board there, I see the red funeral arrow bearing his name. I briefly mentioned him to my crowd, and first person to drive in and up to me was Professor John Duncan (Midnight In The Garden of Good and Evil character) and naturally he asks me for directions. So for about 5 minutes I stood there and directed everyone towards Paul’s plot. I believe this was the universe operating yet again and Paul was smiling on this. Our friendship was about stories and ribald and while he was being sent to the Great Beyond, I was peppering the grounds shaman style with the energy of my storytelling. Naturally I intend to make him a stop on my tours in the future. Yes, later I went back to have a word with him and wanted to take him something personal that was “of me” and “of us.” As he was one of the great bottle colllector’s of Savannah, and almost literally, “The Father Of,” I placed a broken 19th century Savannah made Ginger Beer bottle at his grave as a flower vase. I found this in Bonaventure awhile ago and to me, the broken aspect, symbolic of the end of our earthly friendship and that yes, an earthly gesture that there will never be another like him. Bottles can be seen as the foundation collection of real collectors and shows humbleness and the ability to see beauty in simple things, which too are often very valuable as objects. At core bottles show others that you’re willing to really get dirty and dig to find something great and that you’re more than high brow academic or snooty antiques’ dealer. I kid the reader not, but I could bring Paul a pile of mixed glass out of a hole in the ground and Paul could tell me where and when every piece if it was made! The other object is a miniature of the statue to the Unknown Confederate Dead that you find in Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta. Paul was a Reb through an’ through and had one of the most amazing Confederate collections in America, including the rifle surrendered to Sherman by the Savannah Mayor. Interestingly, Paul was also buried with his father today. Howard Lee Blatner who died in 2009. I also knew him and he was a great man who grew up in the orphanage, Bethesda, America’s oldest orphanage begun by Ben Franklin in 1740. His father had been cremated and Paul had his ashes in a closet the whole time so Paul’s sister interred both of them together and as they were really a team for so many years in so many things, it was only right. I am grateful that Paul doted some amazing story objects on me as collector and that these things are now part of my storytelling. I consider it a blessing that I will always be evoking his name with the ways that I continue to inspire people. In that sense, we too will always be a team. And to some degree, this is why I believe I saw the two children spirits with their Tom Sawyer & Huck Finn hats. We were two friends that like children, delighted in the world around us and made one another giddy without any thought paid to who was watching. Long live Paul Blatner. The South mourns you fine sir.

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My Song Dedication To My Friend Paul Blatner