Slate Spews Yuletide Hatred at Wholesome Hallmark Channel

by Dave Blount | December 15, 2017 12:20 pm

Providing a haven where the culture of America’s core population can continue to persist has earned the Hallmark Channel an impressive endorsement; its very existence enrages Slate — especially during the Christmas season:

In 2017, the network is premiering 21 original Christmas movies (up from 20 last year)—42 hours of sugary, sexist, preposterously plotted, plot hole–festooned, belligerently traditional, ecstatically Caucasian cheer. …

Hallmark’s Countdown to Christmas films … brim with white heterosexuals who exclusively, emphatically, and endlessly bellow “Merry Christmas” to every lumberjack and labradoodle they pass. They’re centered on beauty-pageant heroines and strong-jawed heroes with white-nationalist haircuts.

The absence of Muslims, sexual deviants, feminists, and “interethnicity relationships” makes Slate grumpier than Ebenezer Scrooge on a bumpy carriage ride during a hemorrhoid flare-up. Worse, there are not enough blacks — and just when cultural Marxists had gotten accustomed to seeing their favorite race overrepresented on television by several times the actual percentage of the population.

Spittle flecks of rage fly forth at the Countdown to Christmas plots, which are contemptuously depicted as “character urges the female lead to abandon her career in the Big Liberal City to restore traditions and family in her hometown” and “white woman must fall in love with white man and save Christmas, her career (often as a decorator, baker, or party planner), and her family within a week of meeting white man.”

If only just a few of the lead characters could be transsexual dope fiend terrorists from Somalia, liberals would be able to relate.

Worse even than all the white faces is Christmas itself — or “Christmas fever,” as Slate calls it:

This malady is unnamed and treated as joyful in Hallmarkland, but it culminates in a contagious psychosis in which everyone sees Christmas as the lifeblood of human existence.

Too bad moonbats’ hearts don’t grow like the Grinch’s. But that won’t happen until they overcome their festering hatred of everything normal, traditional, healthy, decent, and wholesome.

On a tip from Varla. Cross-posted at Moonbattery.