James Bond is dead. Woke stunts are a lot easier to pull off but just as poisonous to the whole world as the villain’s evil plot.  The Russians he used to battle got their evil into the bloodstream of America after all and rotted it out from the inside.  My God if only we could use our technological and creative powers for good.  What a marvel, of cinematic art, pushing messages that would make Marx blush.  Good and evil are supposed to be brought into their proper perspective in art.  The hero in stark contrast to the villain.  But it never works that way in the real world.  Like when the slaves to evil who think they run Hollywood, tremble in fear of the mob no one seems to claim, but everyone wants to serve.  The Demon Woke.

Hold on tight, but be careful, I might get the twitter mob to destroy your life for putting you hands on me inappropriately.

And so the good is mixed with the evil.  Bond fights for his family like never before, and sacrifices himself for them.  Such good stuff.  But it’s all smattered with girl power like blood on a sanitary napkin.  Who want’s to see that?  James bond riding on the back of a scooter while some ridiculous Amazon plays action hero?  It’s more pathetic than the Last Action Hero telling people to screw their freedom.  I think it’s the hips.  I noticed the same thing in  Die another Day with Halle Berry. The hips just throw of the dance, like watching an Asian driver parallel park.  It’s just wrong, hips are for bearing children, bringing life, not kinky faux fighting.  And what the heck is the point of this Paloma chick?  I guess they just needed another piece of skin in the game.

The plot was pretty good, a nice ending and connection to all the lose threads from the past in Craig’s collection.  It became obvious part way through that it would end in tragedy.  But exiting the theater, the herd of 20 somethings,  seemed to have no idea what had happened.  We don’t know anything about history but we have the ‘proper’ attitudes about it.  They got their does of PC BS.  Of course they picked up on that.  All the men riding shotgun to their girlfriends, towed the line if they wanted any tonight.  But strangely the only real reaction from the crowd, was when Bond put new fake Amazon 007 in her place.  And what a confused mess.  Iron Man gave his life and ended that franchise, now just an feminist nightmare.  Wolverine gave his life and now there are no more Men in X-Men, literally.  And now it is Time to Die for James Bond.

The worst part about the end of the world is that it’s not the end.  The hollow shell goes on, after the Spirit departs.  Rome never new it fell until long after, the event no one can name.  America lives on past it’s life.  No matter, we have been this way before.  The Church has endured a thousand deaths only to rise again like our master.  We are too corrupt, we must die and be reborn.  But how to get over this stagnation problem?  We can’t forever be rising and falling, like that infernal wheel in the East, a dragon chasing it’s tale.  We need to learn our lesson and move on to the next chapter.

I’m a double minority black and a woman! 2 Points. I was the first to fall because it won’t mess up the plot at all to change the secretary. No one cares about the secretary.

I celebrate my abortion. My wife and I really really wish I was the new James Bond. . . Really

Hey can you see my boobs enough? No? Let me just twirl around a bit.