Last week, self-proclaimed screenwriter Matt Williams—a whiny, soyspresso-slurping shlub that the Duke would have knocked unconscious by breathing on him—stubbed his chubby toe on John Wayne’s 1971 interview with Playboy, a magazine Williams has never been in any danger of being featured in. He immediately declared himself the white knight of civil rights, and furiously tweeted in full swollen-clit estrogenic rage:
Jesus fuck, John Wayne was a straight up piece of shit
Those are strong words, Pilgrim, especially coming from a man who defends rapists and pedophiles like Harvey Weinstein.
Here are a couple quotes that have Williams’ progressive panties in a bunch.
”The academic community has developed certain tests that determine whether the blacks are sufficiently equipped scholastically. But some blacks have tried to force the issue and enter college when they haven’t passed the tests and don’t have the requisite background.”
”I will say this, though: I think any black who can compete with a white today can get a better break than a white man. I wish they’d tell me where in the world they have it better than right here in America.”
”I’d like to know why well-educated idiots keep apologizing for lazy and complaining people who think the world owes them a living. I’d like to know why they make excuses for cowards who spit in the faces of the police and then run behind the judicial sob sisters. I can’t understand these people who carry placards to save the life of some criminal, yet have no thought for the innocent victim.”
Basically, Williams is asshurt because 50 years ago, John Wayne made accurate statements about academic affirmative action, the positive outcomes of the civil rights movement and the fact that the cultural Marxists of his era were a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites, just like Williams.
The outragemob’s hysteria led Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Michael Hiltzik to solemnly declare:
It’s time to take John Wayne’s name off the Orange County airport….Orange County today is such an economically and ethnically diverse community that it’s hard to justify asking any member of that community to board planes at an airport named after an outspoken racist and homophobe, with his strutting statue occupying a central niche in front of the concourse.
America as portrayed on the silver screen in John Wayne’s era was one of selfless heroism and unapologetic patriotism. And nobody embodied the spirit of that portrayal more than the Duke. He will forever be immortalized as the noble cowboy, with or without his name on an otherwise-unknown airport in California.