Over the last couple of weeks, lots of media attention and outrage has been focused on the Oklahoma GOP’s gleeful obsession with equating “vaccine passports” during a global pandemic to the Nazi extermination of Jewish peoples across Europe during World War II, otherwise known as the Holocaust.
Although the Oklahoma GOP’s comparisons offended a bunch of people, including many in its own party, they haven’t really softened their stance or apologized. Instead, they’ve gone full Trump and exploited the controversy they created for even more attention!
This is because:
A) They’re propagandist trolls who believe what they preach.
B) It’s been a successful fundraising tool and rallying cry.
C) The analogy really connects on social media with alt-right nationalists, science deniers, and even a couple of Oklahoma weathermen!
Over the weekend, an Ogle Mole alerted us to this exchange between diabolical Facebook beefcake weatherman Aaron Tuttle and Gary England – the Severe Weather God of Oklahoma turned angry old conservative mortal on social media:
America always seems to lust after Indigenous people when they’re at their lowest, for dramatic purposes, of course. Very rarely are their comical sides ever shown—probably because it actually humanizes us too much—which makes Reservation Dogs not only a groundbreaking series, but one of the truest shows ever presented on television.
Created by Oklahoma filmmaker Sterlin Harjo and New Zealand filmmaker Taika Waititi, Dogs stars Devery Jacobs as Elora Danan Postoak, D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai as Bear Smallhill, Lane Factor as Cheese and Paulina Alexis as Willie Jack as the series main focus, with each week bringing new trials, tribulations and, of course, guest stars, many of whom you would never expect on television.
Mike Bone, please stand up!
Every week, I will recap the show for those that don’t have the FX on Hulu (or illegal file-share services), giving the basics of the episode and not spoiling anything too much for anyone until they, of course, hit DVD. Skoden!
To paraphrase deceased singer Scott McKenzie and his one-hit wonder, if you’re going to 1144 NW 63rd, be sure to wear flowers in your hair.
After a somewhat exhausting search for somewhat healthier places to enjoy this past Sunday—all of which were closed, mind you—my friend suggested Flower Child, one of Nichol Hills’ newest additions she had ordered from a few times in the past. At a loss for better suggestions, I whole-heartedly agreed and off we cruised to the vaunted green spot.