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Bet Jurassic
It
might suprise you to learn that moviegoers
around the globe have spent more than two
billion dollars to see the first three Jurassic
Park films. They've
also spent billions more on VHS tapes,
DVDs, and all manner of dino-related merchandise. Conservatively,
we're talking five billion dollars
or more on a fantasy film about extinct
creatures.
In contrast, Donald Trump has spent more
on one of his bathrooms than we've spent
keeping the rhinos from going extinct,
and that's not working out so well as the
northern
white rhino is history the moment the current
five live specimens inevitably kick the
bucket.
If we could actually clone a species back
into existence the northern white rhino
would be a great place to start, but that's
not gonna happen. All the science, or all
the prayer in the world, won't save them.
The truth is, the vast majority of the
world's population just doesn't care about
the rhino, but a tiny, vicious, idiotic
sliver of that
population is currrently buzz-sawing
through what's left of the rhino because
they think its horn, the literal equivalent
of toenail
clippings, will cure cancer.
So allow me to suggest to Steven Spielberg, executive
producer of the upcoming Jurassic World,
someone who's about to make a lot more money furthering
the fantasy that cloning cures all, that perhaps
he take a portion of the immense proceeds the film
will
no
doubt rake
in and
donate
some of it towards
the furtherance of endangered species, not the least
of which is our little pointy-nosed friend.
Because I lurve you
all here's the fifth 20-minute
chunk of Glenn
Mitchell's twelve-hour Xmas
Blockbuster, circa 2001, featuring a
snappy Broadway ditty, an appearance
by the Rat Pack, a celebration of Hanukkah
by Adam Sandler, and an explanation
of why
we
celebrate
Xmas
on the 25th.
Poacher and rhino with huge fake red nose.
Rhinos? Sorry, no one here but us reindeer.
Rhino with fake dick nose.
You're sick, Harry. Sick! Sick! Sick!