Monday, November 25, 2013

Dr. Who Jigaboo

We recently passed the fiftieth anniversary of the British television show Dr. Who. For those who do not know who Dr. Who is - congratulations on not being a Sci-Fi nerd. Now go off and watch The Sports, and leave we nerds to continue with this post.
I am an old school Dr. Who fan. I enjoyed the first six doctors, but was repulsed by that spitting brown dwarf Sylvester McCoy (a.k.a. the 7th Doctor). Instead of silly fun, the show became over-violent and disturbed, and McCoy's endless angry rants as the Doctor pushed the whole show over the edge. This is not to say that people didn't get murdered all the time in old school Who, it is just the deaths were theatrical and campy. The actors didn't seem to want to fall to the ground too forcefully, lest they damage their costumes and be forced to pay the BBC for repair-tailoring. Anywho -

So if I was such a fan of the old show, why do I not watch the 21st century incarnations? Because I do not like the multicultural cesspool Britain has become in the intervening 16-years between the old and new shows. Some may lament that we have not yet had a black Doctor, and see this as a sign that evil raaaacism is still alive and well in Britain. I see the number of non-Whites and race mixers on the new Dr. Who as a sign that the lily White universe of Dr. Who has been overrun by the worst enemy the Doctor (and Britain) has ever had - the Mudmen of the Brownoid Sector, with their skanky Mudshark concubines.

It is inevitable. One day, there will be a black Dr. Who. In fact, I have traveled into the future to bring you a picture of the 13th Doctor, Leroy.

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