Frank Miller’s Occupy Wall Street rant
Frank Miller, the graphic novelist and screenwriter behind such comic classics as 300, Sin City and The Dark Knight Returns, has risked pissing off a huge chunk of his fan base by writing a bilious rant about the Occupy Wall Street movement on his personal blog.
Posted early last week, Miller wrote, “Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense,”
“The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.”
Nasty stuff. And it doesn’t end there. Miller continued his tirade, ““Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached – is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.”
Are these the same, “iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats”, who probably spend plenty of their money buying his DVDs and graphic novels? Either way, Miller’s not arsed, “This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find.”
“Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy. Maybe, between bouts of self-pity and all the other tasty tidbits of narcissism you’ve been served up in your sheltered, comfy little worlds, you’ve heard terms like al-Qaeda and Islamicism. And this enemy of mine — not of yours, apparently – must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh – out of your vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle.” Ouch.
Miller finished with a snarl too, growling, “In the name of decency, go home to your parents, you losers. Go back to your mommas’ basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft. Or better yet, enlist for the real thing. Maybe our military could whip some of you into shape. They might not let you babies keep your iPhones, though. Try to soldier on. Schmucks.
Tell us how you really feel about them, Frank. Grrrrrrrrrrr…