Television

White Lotus

The true villains of Mike White's new show are two Gen Z college students practicing militant wokeness.

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The opening scene of HBO's The White Lotus introduces a coffin, and then it flashes back one week. Viewers will find themselves making guesses as to which unlucky guest of the eponymous Hawaiian resort hotel is fated to end up on the wrong end of a pineapple knife.

But The White Lotus, a pandemic passion project of producer and actor Mike White, is less of a proper Agatha Christie–style murder mystery and more of a Kafkaesque rumination on human misery. We meet Shane (Jake Lacy), a rich, fratty real estate agent who becomes obsessed with the idea that he and his bride (Alexandra Daddario, portraying one of the show's few non-loathsome characters) have wrongly been denied the honeymoon suite. The newlyweds are joined on their vacation by an alcoholic socialite absent-mindedly guarding a box that may or may not contain her mother's ashes as well as a dysfunctional family whose patriarch feels emasculated by his more successful wife.

No one is exactly good, but the true villains of the show are two Gen Z college students. The leader of the pair, Olivia (Sydney Sweeney), practices a brand of militant wokeness, terrorizing her mom and dad—aging avatars of Clinton-ian feminism—as well as her brother, whose crime, apparently, was being born a straight white male. Anyone who has ever complained about kids these days will feel some satisfaction when Olivia's façade crumbles.

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  1. This election is a total sham and a travesty.
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      https://www.salon.com/2021/08/22/mike-lindell-still-in-trumps-good-graces-has-new-prediction-reinstatement-by-new-years/

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      1. Three trolls in a row.

        No actual comments. Just cheap copypasted trollbait by Sqrlsy and his sock, who is trying to start a Christmas Eve Trump fight because... why exactly?

        1. Mental retardation compounded by substance abuse?

        2. Evil people hate others enjoying things like Christmas.

          1. You mean, like, for example, the Bider-Grunch Who Stole Trumpsmas?

            The Bider-Grunch has stolen Trumpsmas!!! Get a grip, people, and focus on the BIGGLY problems around here!!! Man the battle stations, full speed ahead, and DAMN the Lizard People AND their mind-controlled vote thieves!!!

            How the Bider-Grunch Stole Trumpsmas

            ‘Twas the night before Trumpsmas,
            And all through the lands,
            Patriotic feelings were stirring our glands!
            The voters ALL firmly fixed to vote RED!
            Vote BLUE?!? They’d rather be dead!
            Visions of Eternal Redness danced in their heads!
            The Great Whitish-Orangish Pumpin-Father would soon be there!
            All one-party Republican states would soon be square!
            While every You Down in Youville Liked Trumpsmas a lot...
            But the Bider-Grunch, who lived just north of Youville, Did NOT!
            The Bider-Grunch hated Trumpsmas! The whole Trumpsmas season!
            Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
            It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
            It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
            But I think that the most likely reason of all,
            May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
            Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
            He stood there on Trumpsmas Eve, hating the Yous,
            Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grunchy frown,
            At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
            For he knew every You would vote Trump,
            THIS, biggly, made the Grunch a real grump!.
            "And they're preparing ballots!" he snarled with a sneer,
            "Tomorrow is Trumpsmas! It's practically here!"
            Then he growled, with his Grunch fingers nervously drumming,
            "I MUST find some way to stop Trumpsmas from coming!"
            For Tomorrow, he knew, all the You girls and boys,
            Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
            And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
            Noise! Noise! Noise!
            That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
            NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
            Then the Yous, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
            And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST!
            FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
            They would feast on You-pudding, and rare You-roast beast.
            Which was something the Bider-Grunch couldn't stand in the least!
            And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
            Every You down in Youville, the tall and the small,
            Would stand close together, with Trumpsmas bells ringing.
            They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Yous would start singing!
            They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
            SING! SING! SING!
            And the more the Grunch thought of this You TrumpsmasSing,
            The more the Grunch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
            "Why, for four years I've put up with it now!"
            "I MUST stop this Trumpsmas from coming! But HOW?"
            Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
            THE GRUNCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
            "I know just what to do!" The Bider-Grunch laughed in his throat.
            And he made a quick MAGA hat and a coat.
            And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grunchy trick!"
            "With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Prick!"
            "All I need is a Proud Boy..." The Bider-Grunch looked around.
            But, since Proud Boys are scarce, there was none to be found.
            Did that stop the old Grunch? No! The Grunch simply said,
            "If I can't find a Proud Boy, I'll make one instead!"
            So he called his cat, Chairman Meow. Then he took some red thread,
            And he tied a big MAGA hat on the top of his head.
            Then he loaded many bags and sacks, made ‘em all fit somehow,
            On a ramshackle sleigh, and he hitched up Chairman Meow..
            Then the Grunch said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down,
            Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town.
            All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
            All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
            When he came to the first little house on the square.
            "This is stop number one," the Grunchy fake-Trump hissed,
            And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
            Then he slid down the chimney. To his fat gut, a punch.
            But, if Trump could do it, then so could the Grunch.
            He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
            Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
            Where the little You ballots all hung in a row.
            "These ballots," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
            Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
            Around the whole room, and he took every vote!
            This, surely, would get the You’s goat!
            And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grunch, very nimbly,
            Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
            Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Yous' feast!
            He took the You-pudding! He took the roast beast!
            He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
            Why, that Grunch even took their last can of You-hash!
            Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
            "And NOW!" grinned the Bider-Grunch, "I will stuff up the tree!"
            And the Bider-Grunch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
            When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
            He turned around fast, and he saw a small You!
            Little Cindy-Lou You, who was not more than two.
            The Grunch had been caught by this tiny You daughter,
            Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
            She stared at the Grunch and said, "Lord Trump, why,”
            "Why are you taking our Trumpsmas tree? WHY?"
            But, you know, that old Grunch was so smart and so slick,
            He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
            "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Lord Trump lied,
            "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."
            "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
            "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
            And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
            And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
            And when CindyLou You went to bed with her cup,
            He went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
            Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
            Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
            On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
            And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
            Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
            Then He did the same thing To the other Yous' houses
            Leaving crumbs much too small For the other Yous' mouses!
            It was quarter past dawn... All the Yous, still a-bed,
            All the Yous, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
            Packed it up with all of their ballots… ALL of their votes!
            THIS, the fake Lord Trump grumped, will get ALL of their goats!
            Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
            He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
            "Pooh-Pooh to the Yous!" he was Grunchishly humming.
            "They're finding out now that no Trumpsmas is coming!"
            "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
            "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
            Then the Yous down in Youville will all cry Boo-Hoo!"
            "That's a noise," grinned the Bider-Grunch, "That I simply MUST hear!"
            So he paused. And the Bider-Grunch put his hand to his ear.
            And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
            It started in low. Then it started to grow.
            But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
            It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
            He stared down at Youville! The Grunch popped his eyes!
            Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
            Every You down in Youville, the tall and the small,
            Was singing! Without any Trump-votes at all!
            He HADN'T stopped Trumpsmas from coming! IT CAME!
            Somehow or other, it came just the same!
            And the Grunch, with his Grunch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
            Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
            The Grunch-light came on! “Yes! Now I know!
            The Yous down in Youville, they’re really quite slow!
            Their election’s been stolen, but the whole Trumpsmas glow,
            Overwhelms EVERYTHING, even democracy!
            They’ll lie biggly, and impose mobocracy!”
            So the Bider-Grunch whipped out his cell phone,
            Called the Lizard People, who send out a drone,
            Mind-controlled them ALL, as is Lizard habit,
            Now NO ONE could save them, not even Saint Babbitt!
            So THAT’s the Sad Story of the bad Bider-Grunch,
            Who stole Trumpsmas, the elections, AND your lunch!

            1. Tired scrolling past 300 feet of Sqrlsy's retarded, hate-filled trolling?

              Press the spamflag on the right and you won't have to see it again. As Reason doesn't actually tackle spam, the flag is perfect for hiding shitposts like the above.

              1. MarxistMammaryBahnFuhrer the Chthonic Cunt, Twat of Twits, is envious 'cause she has NO sense of humor OR poetry!
                Hey Chthonic Cunt! You know how the "mute" button works? Do you need instructions? MUTE me and QUIT yer bitching about my so-called clutter, stupid bitch!
                (And I'll still feel free to challenge your lies and your stupid, brainless comments, when you commit them, to keep open-minded readers from falling for YOUR evil lies! It's just the price you pay, Bitch!)

                But NOOOO… QUEEN of the Internet cesspools feels that She MUST (instead of using the “mute” button) convince ALL of the “Cool Kids” the SQRLSY = cooties!!! The “mute” button “silences” me to Your Precious, Sensitive Eyes, Oh Queen… Are ye a pacifist? “Silence is violence” in this context? Or, far more likely… You get OFF on telling ALL of Your Endless Legions of Be-smitten Followers, that SQRLSY = cooties!!!

                MarxistMammaryBahnFuhrer the Chthonic Cunt does NOT deny that She imagines Her Royal Self as QUEEN of the Internet cesspools, keeping them CLEAN from the cooties of politically incorrect folks! Ego knows no bounds!

                MarxistMammaryBahnFuhrer isn’t content to just mute me. Her Royal Highness INSISTS on trying to bully OTHER people into ignoring what I write!

                Do You have ANY idea just HOW entitled Your Behavior shows You to be, oh Arrogant Bossy Bitch?

              2. Or just mute him.

                1. That IS the spam-flag on the right. I did it months ago. Him and the original Kirkland.

                2. Muting feels too much like censorship for me, but the spamflag doesn't.

                  1. Imagine if White Mike wrote a self-help book. How many folks would buy it? Nobody. Is that censorship?

                    The shitposting, in squirrel’s case many times using a heckler’s veto with a side of boaff sidez, earned never being seen.

                    Your mileage may vary.

                  2. "Muting feels too much like censorship for me, but the spamflag doesn't."

                    Muting doesn't give MammaryFuhrer the self-righteous pleasure of being Queen of the Internet cesspools, and bossing others around, and telling the other readers that SQRLSY isn't with the "Cool Kinds", caw-caw-caw! And the spamflag allows Her to fantasize about getting Reason.com to ban me as well. It is ALL about self-righteously bossing others around, ESPECIALLY those who have worked at being a decent and honest humanoid, MUCH harder than MammaryFuhrer has!

                    You resent the hell out of the fact that many other people are flat-out, better, more honest people than you are, right? More “live and let live”, and WAAAY less authoritarian?
                    https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/in-love-and-war/201706/why-some-people-resent-do-gooders
                    From the conclusion to the above…
                    These findings suggest that we don’t need to downplay personal triumphs to avoid negative social consequences, as long as we make it clear that we don’t look down on others as a result.

                    SQRLSY back here now… So, I do NOT want you to feel BAD about YOU being an asshole, and me NOT being one! PLEASE feel GOOD about you being an asshole! You do NOT need to push me (or other REAL lovers of personal liberty) down, so that you can feel better about being an asshole! EVERYONE ADORES you for being that asshole that you are, because, well, because you are YOU! FEEL that self-esteem, now!

                    1. You resent the hell out of the fact that many other people are flat-out, better, more honest people than you are, right?

                      The shit-muncher speaks from experience.

    3. A travesty and sham? Not a mockery too? Then it could be a travishamockery. 🙂

      1. Is that like a turducken?

        1. Not as tasty.

    4. We are NOT a democracy? You don't say. But aren't you a little slow on the uptake? (Quickly subtracts 1776 from 2021) like, 245 years slow?

  2. So I am baiting a troll, then, since my stuff is trollbait, as you say?!

    MarxistMammaryBahnFuhrer the Chthonic Cunt, Twat of Twits, ACKNOWLEDGES that She is a TROLL!!! Glory be!

      1. He deserves credit for his recent pro-vaccine stance.

      2. 6 flags for the TDS-addled spastic asshole!

    1. The only MarxistMammaryBahnFuhrer the Chthonic Cunt, Twat of Twits is Sqrlsygruppenführer. Christmas troll and notorious racism apologist.

      "SQRLSY One
      September.30.2020 at 12:53 pm
      Yes! This FURTHER proves that Hitler was NOT a racist!
      Since even Hitler wasn’t a racist, we can pretty firmly conclude that racism isn’t a “thing” at all!

    2. And so the adversaries of the Plucky Squirrell are again hoist by their own petard, first as cowardly sockpuppets then as anonomati already banned from sight by discriminating readers. But where is Bullwinkle?

  3. Who let Dee make a TV show?

    1. No, that's Mike White. I guess he's the Bizarro World version.

    2. The true villains of Mike White's new show are two Gen Z college students practicing militant wokeness."

      Since our White Mike celebrates wokeness, Mike White is the opposite.
      Mike White's positively instead of negatively charged. Kind of like matter to White Mike's antimatter.

  4. I found White Lotus a bit inconsistent, but generally entertaining. If you like to see people mess up others, intentionally or ignorantly, its worth watching.

    1. I was disappointed that my favorite character was the one who died.

      1. Thanks for the spoiler.

  5. which unlucky guest of the eponymous Hawaiian resort hotel is fated to end up on the wrong end of a pineapple knife

    What's a pineapple knife? A knife designed to fragment upon detonation? If so, isn't every end the wrong end?

    1. Pineapple knifes Dole out destruction. To the core.

  6. Robby Soave seems sad and disaffected.

    Just like a clinger in modern America should.

    1. Arthur L. Hicklib seems like a good candidate for a free helicopter ride.

      Just like a slack-jawed, slope-foreheaded self-loather should.

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