Adam-Troy Castro

Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Stories About Yams.

 

2016 GOP Slams FDR for Speech on Disability

Posted on July 22nd, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

Originally published on Facebook July 22 2013, in response to Republican anger President Obama’s comments on the killing of Trayvon Martin. Still broadly applicable.

Answering rising tensions in the wake of a Florida Court case involving discrimination against disabled individuals, President Franklin Roosevelt made a deeply emotional speech about his personal experiences with his disability.

He spoke movingly of knowing what it’s like to be trapped outside buildings without wheelchair access, being considered less equipped for the job because of his disability, and having people make assumptions about him on sight.

President Roosevelt’s critics on the right wasted no time slamming the speech.

“I’ve said it before and say it again,” blasted Rush Limbaugh. “This President was only elected because he’s in a wheelchair!”

Lou Dobbs said, “The fact of the matter is, he’s well out of touch with the vast majority of Americans. There’s no reason the majority of us have to dial 1 for English, and no reason we have to tolerate a privileged few getting special parking spaces.”

“He has a deeply rooted hatred of able-bodied people!” slammed Glenn Beck.

“He’s supposed to be the President of all the people!” said Sean Hannity. “Not just people in wheelchairs! By making THIS speech at this point in history, he is showing once again that he is only interested in payback for inaccessible rest rooms! This is not the time for that kind of rhetoric!”

Former Bush press secretary Dana Perino referred to a recent case where a man in a wheelchair was caught shoplifting cat food. “You never hear THAT kind of story from this President,” she said. “By focusing on the relatively small number of cases where people in wheelchairs are inconvenienced, and never once condemning the crimes committed by people in wheelchairs, he is arguing for a double standard. It’s proof that this President really has nothing else but his sense of victim-hood.”

Columnist Ann Coulter said, “Republicans have disabled people too! That’s what’s never talked about! The liberals love to parade around their Franklin Roosevolt and Max Cleland and Tammy Duckworth, but our gimps are better than their gimps! Lots of people in mobility scooters vote for Republicans! But they’re the only ones with sense! The big mistake we make is trying to go after all those votes, and cater to all their special demands, because if they won’t vote for us, who needs them?”

Coulter also made a statement echoed by the majority, that the election of an openly disabled man to the highest office in the land clearly established that we live in a country that has effectively and totally resolved all past issues of discrimination against the disabled. Those problems, she said, no longer exist. The true oppressed population in this country is the able-bodied, who are made to feel guilt for the crimes of the past.

“That’s their answer for everything,” said Brian Kilmeade. “’I’ve Fallen, and I Can’t Get up.’ It’s not our responsibility to help them up. Look at me. I’ve never had any trouble getting up. That’s proof it’s a false issue.”

Michele Bachmann said, “I never said disabled people shouldn’t have rights. They should have the same rights as able-bodied people do, the right to climb up stairs and work in warehouses lifting heavy boxes and everything. The fact is, being disabled is something they CHOOSE to be.”

Donald Trump joined the naysayers, while professing himself a great friend of the Cripples. “The Cripples love me,” he said. “I’m a great friend of the Cripples. But this President isn’t even a real cripple. I have photographic proof that for most of his young adulthood, he was able to walk. The Cat-Scans we keep seeing are duplicates and not acceptable evidence. You want me to believe that this President is really a disabled man? Put him at the top of a tall flight of stairs and push him. If he falls, then, maybe then, I’ll believe you.”

“One thing’s for sure,” concluded John Boehner. “The President has made some of the most divisive remarks ever uttered by any American.”

This Is Where You’ve Seen Donald Trump Before: In Film Noir

Posted on July 20th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

You know what Donald Trump really is?

 

Film him in black and white, light the room through the stripes of aluminum blinds, and give the whole thing a jazz score, and you’ll finally recognize him as a film noir villain, the sleazy rich guy encountered in the course of an investigation who sics his thugs on the private eye to hide the fact that he’s behind the whole conspiracy.

 

The guy who says, “I have expensive tastes,” who gets infuriated when the protagonist takes apart his pretensions in a sentence. Cast Humphrey Bogart as the hero, and it would only be a matter of time before Melania would be saying, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with. He’s a monster.”

 

Seriously, he’s the guy from the Robert Altman version of THE LONG GOODBYE who ruins his own vapid girlfriend’s looks by smashing her a glass bottle against her face, just so he can threaten the detective with a sneered, “And I can do that to someone I *like*.”

 

The movie would be called,

 

THE DOUCHEBAG ONLY RINGS TWICE. I MEAN, IT’S A REALLY FABULOUS DOORBELL. I HAVE THE BEST DOORBELL. FANTASTIC!

I Get More Out of Entertainment than Whiny-Ass Male Bitches Do

Posted on July 18th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

For the life of me, I will never ever understand the whiny male bitches who get upset at female protagonists in action movies.

And I’m not speaking from the point of view of ideology.

I’m speaking as a lover of stories, a guy who both produces and consumes them.

When Laurie Strode proved the one person who Michael Myers could not take down; when waitress Sarah Conner found the resources to take down the Terminator; when Ellen Ripley snarled, “Get away from her, you bitch,” I thrilled.

But there’s more.

I love when Katherine Hepburn takes down Charles Bronson in PAT AND MIKE.

I love when Nicole Kidman showed such resourcefulness against Billy Zane in DEAD CALM.

I love when world’s champion blind lady Audrey Hepburn successfully defends herself from a rapist/murderer played by Alan Arkin in WAIT UNTIL DARK.

I love when Kate Nelligan proves more than Nazi Spy Donald Sutherland can handle in EYE OF THE NEEDLE.

I love when Frances McDormand proves tougher than the killer played by Emmett Walsh, at the end of BLOOD SIMPLE.

I love that MAD MAX FURY ROAD is really all about Furiosa, and I love that the eye-candy brides of Immortan Joe are for the most-part as filled with pride and resolve as she is.

I love Beatrix Kiddo, from KILL BILL.

All other factors being equal, I’m predisposed to love movies that come down to the Last Girl Standing. I’m a fan of the MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE movies. I really am. One of the things I liked most about the most recent installment, ROGUE NATION, is that it hinged on a femme fatale whose loyalties remained ambiguous for much of the film – and I adored that it was her, and not Tom Cruise’s Ethan Hunt, who got to take on that movie’s iteration of the action-movie trope, the Hulking Unstoppable Thug.

I love the Black Widow.

I love Sydney Bristow from ALIAS.

I don’t like ELEMENTARY much, but I think the two-parter where Joan Watson, and not Sherlock Holmes, took down a female Moriarty was terrific.

I love it in books.

I loved Laurie King’s THE BEEKEEPER’S APPRENTICE and some of the follow-up novels, where young Mary Russell proves herself the intellectual equal of Sherlock Holmes.

I adore when Chyna Shepherd spends several hundred pages taking on and ultimately defeating the serial killer Edgler Vess, in Dean Koontz’s INTENSITY.

I love Clarice Starling, not just entering into the abyss, but climbing out, in SILENCE OF THE LAMBS.

I love Smoky Barrett, the toughest shorter-than-five-foot woman you’ll ever meet, in the novels of Cody McFadyen.

I love it when Lois Lane is tough.

I was moved to make Dejah Shapiro the most formidable person of my Vossoff and Nimmitz stories, Andrea Cort the most formidable person of the series that bears her name, and Fernie What one of the kickass little ten-year-old girls you’ll ever meet in the GUSTAV GLOOM books.

And there’s a screenplay just sold by a friend of mine, all about a tough woman who enters a rotten little town, faces down its evil bastards, and cleans up the joint, against heavy opposition.

Love that.

Why do I love all this? Not because I *prefer* female protagonists, though in some cases I do. I happen to love the quintessentially male heroes James Bond, Jack Reacher, James Kirk, Luther, Virgil Tibbs, Indiana Jones and John McLane too; also, dammit, Sam Spade, many many others.

But by being open to great kickass female protagonists, I have a key life advantage over the whiny male bitches like Gamergaters who get upset when first person shooters feature a female protagonist, Rabid Puppies who get upset when the brave space captain is a woman, and  you know, current vice-presidential candidate Mike Pence, who was so offended by the existence of Mulan that he attacked Disney for trying to indoctrinate children with a female action hero.

And that advantage is this: I GET TWICE AS MUCH AWESOMENESS AS THEY DO.

As a storyteller, I learned long ago that putting a resourceful female in a life-threatening situation is a great trick, because even if you’re open to her being Amazing (in either the rise-to-the-occasion or always-knew-she-was sense}, the default reaction of the audience to her predicament is still to feel her vulnerability – and that’s a great dynamic to play with. Honestly, when you’re writing a thriller, a female protagonist is the gift that keeps on giving. But as a member of the audience, that same dynamic works with me. I feel more suspense, I feel more empathy, and I feel more exultation when the heroine comes out the other side intact.

I get to enjoy twice as much awesomeness as the whiny male bitches do, because I don’t choke on every moment when a woman gets to do more than just be rescued.

So, no, I didn’t throw a total shit-fit when I found out that Paul Feig was making an all-female GHOSTBUSTERS. I still haven’t seen the movie, but I won’t reveal my deep inadequacy and immaturity by complaining about the very idea at length, on the internet.

I GET TWICE AS MUCH AWESOMENESS IN MY STORY CONSUMPTION AS THOSE WHINY-ASS MALE BITCHES DO.

I’m a lucky guy, that way.

 
 
 

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