So, Ghostbusters...

Yeah, I've had enough.

I've got 5 movies, 100+ cartoon episodes, and a pile of comics. I'm good.

Same way I feel about Star Wars.

And I feel the same away about all these Ghostbusters anniversaries as I do about May The 4th.

I'm out. I'm done. 

Sick of the cycle of 5 years, movie, 5 years, movie, and the 4 years between being awkward thumb twiddling.

And for what?

And for who?

Who reads this shit and cares?

I thought I was defying Trump and his CHUD-boys keeping the ATC ones going, but the CHUD boys have their hate-boners out for female Silver Surfer, and then next year, it'll be some other bullshit.

It's not even about the movie they pick on, it's their mental disease.

The movies just get caught in the crossfire of the thrown rattles from the manbaby meltdowns.

Meltdowns over....NOTHING!

Rage-farmers rile them up over shit that ain't real.

For...money. It's the new televangelism.

And speaking of man-baby tantrums over imaginary boogeymen, Trump might be slaughtering protestors by tomorrow morning (writing this at 1:23 AM on 6/9/25).

So, y'know, puts it all in perspective.

Hey!! Whether it's troops in the streets, or measles epidemics, Trump's gonna make a whole lotta ghosts! There's a Ghostbusters plot for ya, Sony!

..and it's too depressing to make funny. 😓😔

Anyway!

If another movie comes out, I'll see it, and talk about it, but I'm not gonna cover every anal little detail.

"Thank baby Jesus!!!" some of you are no doubt saying.

Yes, you're free. 

I'll torture you no longer. *Head pat*. I absolve you!

I might do one of these for 45 and 50.

We'll see. But next year? Nope.

Sequels? Nope.

Exhale, everyone who was sick of this. 😏

I'll retro link this to the 41st anniversary.