Not Even Black Panther Is P.C. Enough

Like other totalitarian movements, political correctness is destined to devour itself, because nothing, no matter how P.C., could ever be P.C. enough. Consider Black Panther, a movie devoted to deifying blacks, with an almost exclusively “diverse” (i.e., black) cast, named after a communist anti-Caucasian hate group, based on a comic book series by moonbat supreme Ta-Nehisi Coates. Its shortcoming? No homosexuals:

Actress Florence Kasumba stoked the flames of outrage when she revealed that scenes of lesbian flirtation filmed during production were left on the cutting-room floor. …

When asked about the deleted scene, screenwriter Joe Robert Cole said there were talks about including a gay love story in the movie, but those plans didn’t pan out. …

This led to accusations from the gay rights community of “LGBT erasure.”

The Advocate, a popular LGBT magazine, panned Mr. Cole’s explanation for cutting the scene as “vague.”

Not to worry, LGBT advocates. Movies are made by progressives, who are defined by their compulsion to erode everything worth preserving. Also, due to the lack of substance in the entertainment industry, envelopes must constantly be pushed to generate interest. Within a few years, audiences will see the world saved by flying fairies in tights with capes.

But there is a long line waiting behind them for their turn to complain: pedophiles, necrophiliacs, coprophiliacs, et cetera. Then there are other marginalized groups that will insist on sufficient cinematic representation: lepers, quadriplegics, people with hair lips, and so on.

Political correctness is the ultimate bully. The more you give in to it, the more it will demand.

On a tip from Bodhisattva.