And so our story begins...

I’ll never forget the moment, in one of the 2015 Republican primary debates, when Donald Trump looked into the camera and declared that destroying political correctness was his No 1 campaign issue. His fans went berserk, both in the crowd and, especially, online. Oh my God, I thought, even then. He’s courting the troll vote. Sure enough, over the subsequent year, I watched as wildly disparate groups of men from the slimiest corners of the internet – anti-feminists, antisemites, anti-choicers, white nationalists, gun fetishists, Islamophobes, rightwing talk-radio toadies, garden-variety good old boys – coalesced into one sprawling, frothing hydra behind Donald Trump. When mainstream news outlets started churning out thinkpieces about the mysterious “alt-right”, the wicked green engine of Trump’s base, I wanted to scream. Feminists and other social justice activists already know what the “alt-right” is – it’s a roll call of the angry men who’ve been stalking, harassing, abusing and trying to silence us for years. The only thing they have in common is a fixation on the spectre of “political correctness”, a vaguely pejorative catch-all for post-Martin Luther King social activism, and in Trump they found their champion: the alpha male who was finally going to give these bitches what they deserve. (I can’t adequately convey how sickening it has been to watch groups of men who have posted my home address online, dug up photos of my husband and children, and threatened to rape and murder me lie and steamroll their candidate to the presidency.) For 18 excruciating months, we were expected to entertain the fantasy that a person could vote for Trump without voting for racism, for xenophobia, for rape culture – when that campaign’s very slogan vowed to drag us backward to a time when the US was “great”, a time before people of colour and women and LGBTQ Americans had inked, in blood, our few hard-won protections into law. It’s gaslighting on a galactic scale.

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reasons to love harrison ford

When he was filming “Witness” he rented a small farm from a friend of mine. At the end of the filming my friend went and checked out the property as usual. He noticed the barn door had been leveled so it no longer would swing open on it’s own. Went into the house and saw the closets had been redone, in the kitchen the cabinets had been replaced and all the drawers now opened really well. Turns out that there were thousands of dollars of work and materials put into fixing up everything at the place.

My step sister was driving through Wyoming once, near Ford’s ranch. She stops for gas, and as she’s filling up, this huge motorcycle roars in behind her, scared the pants off her. The rider, dressed in all black steps off, and she yells at him “who do you think you are blasting in here like that, you Darth Vader looking motherfucker?”. He takes off the helmet, and it’s Harrison Ford, and without missing a beat he says

From the co-production designer on The Force Awakens, Darren Gilford:

Don’t forget about his Halloween costumes

King Kong is in Skull Island was portrayed so beautifully powerful in the film, it reminded me a lot of Shadow of the Colossus! I wouldn’t be surprised if they took direct influence from the game!

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