It would be, but they can't. For the same reason they can't write, they can't avoid lavish over-the-top ham-handed nonsense. To the present cultivated crop of industry writers messaging is the only important thing. Every element is examined and re-examined during development for alignment and clarity. Nothing can be allowed to offer a questioning thought for even the merest of moments or to the most imaginary of audiences.
Yasuke can't be unassuming or humble, because then we couldn't have the imagery of him being overtly and rightly worshiped by the Japanese plebeians. Even the female ninja in this story whose role it is to be invisible (for which being unassuming and humble would be tools) must be rude to any man and cut him down verbally in all instances. If these things weren't so, the writers might give the impression to their stupid right-wing audience that it's understanding of reality has any merit and shouldn't be gouged from each of their brains with the urgency of an ice-pick through the eye.
Their propaganda flounders because they lack subtlety, which they're having to slowly (glacially) re-learn. They lack this because they were all raised to be the most unthinking adherents of radical world-ending philosophy, so that they can't imagine anything else being given primacy in their minds.
It's also impossible for a committee of ideologues to maintain subtlety because they will fight for their individual interpretation of the Gospel and insist on its inclusion and the reversion of those moments that violate it. So a writer can't even get a bit of character development or narrative twist through them because they can't see past their egos or abandon their holy, godly thoughts that must be added right here right now.
From every vector, in every way, the industrially standard creative system present at this political moment is unwavering in its mission to crank out blunt, overt inanity. Even if I believed in the message on offer, I'd cringe to death trying to consume it and still look back ravenously for the time when a story could just be internally coherent and compelling, rather than trying to sell me on The Party's righteousness.
It would be, but they can't. For the same reason they can't write, they can't avoid lavish over-the-top ham-handed nonsense. To the present cultivated crop of industry writers messaging is the only important thing. Every element is examined and re-examined during development for alignment and clarity. Nothing can be allowed to offer a questioning thought for even the merest of moments or to the most imaginary of audiences.
Yasuke can't be unassuming or humble, because then we couldn't have the imagery of him being overtly and rightly worshiped by the Japanese plebeians. Even the female ninja in this story whose role it is to be invisible (for which being unassuming and humble would be tools) must be rude to any man and cut him down verbally in all instances. If these things weren't so, the writers might give the impression to their stupid right-wing audience that it's understanding of reality has any merit and shouldn't be gouged from each of their brains with the urgency of an ice-pick through the eye.
Their propaganda flounders because they lack subtlety, which they're having to slowly (glacially) re-learn. They lack this because they were all raised to be the most unthinking adherents of radical world-ending philosophy, so that they can't imagine anything else being given primacy in their minds.
It's also impossible for a committee of ideologues to maintain subtlety because they will fight for their individual interpretation of the Gospel and insist on its inclusion and the reversion of those moments that violate it. So a writer can't even get a bit of character development or narrative twist through them because they can't see past their egos or abandon their holy, godly thoughts that must be added right here right now.
From every vector, in every way, the industrially standard creative system present at this political moment is unwavering in its mission to crank out blunt, overt inanity. Even if I believed in the message on offer, I'd cringe to death trying to consume it and still look back ravenously for the time when a story could just be internally coherent and compelling, rather than trying to sell me on The Party's righteousness.