Every night at 9 PM EST, I was there for Season 3. Highlight of my week was watching Ash Williams deal with having a daughter and goof off killing evil with two worthy sidekicks.
But I knew what was coming. I saw the commercials, STARZ. The feminist show set in old England. The feminist show set in some South American country. The feminist show set in New York. And who could forget the token black show featuring just enough white people for me to remember the title. Not that I'm going to advertise it here.
And, of course, the descriptive commercials. THE FUTURE IS: BLAH BLAH FEMALE BLAH BLAH BLAH. Yes, we get it, it was her turn. And yes, I knew that not even two black love interests, an Italian pretending to be a Jew, and a buff Hispanic could not save the image of Ash Williams as a total pig. Bruce Campbell should really apologize for being a white male; it's his fault the show was cancelled.
So thank you, STARZ. Thank you for redpilling me more than the over-representation of Jews in the media, more than race realism being lost in a tidal wave of academic activism and political correctness, more than even FBI crime statistics and national debt Ponzi schemes. You opened my eyes to the truth that they truly want to take everything from us, the white men.
When you finally push us too far and the police side with the fascists who will overturn democratically elected women, and the hicks come out of the woods with their assault rifles and rope and start a civil war, and this country burns, at least you'll have ripped our hearts out by cancelling Bruce Campbell's show after trying your best to ruin it. You may lose the war, but you won the only battle that mattered. The battle for the true sequel to the true ending of Army of Darkness.
