The Rant Part II:
Action Figure Re-enactors
Caution! This one is getting out of control; if you aren't a fan of
off-color humor, skip the "Click Here" link. It's not quite
porn, but it's a little on the "alternative" side.
It may offend some committed church goers or guys with orientation issues.
"Action Figures" are gay. The detail and all is kind of cool,
for a few minutes. If you have a couple, that's no big deal. (There were
a few in the office, but we learned a new voodoo ritual from the Discovery
channel and sacrificed them last week. Worked great! My neighbor's hair
fell out and her cat died right on time.) Anyway, the problem I have is
with the loonies who collect and obsess over these damned dolls. Much
less dare to complain that our jump jacket doesn't match "Vinny the
BAR gunner's". Get a life!
Yes, I had G.I. Joes as a kid. By the time I was 12, they had all been
immolated, beheaded, crushed, mutilated and ethnically cleansed so completely
as to render them unrecognizable. We didn't ask Dad to build a spare room
to enshrine them. Just so you know that I know sick when I see it, I played
with roadkill too, but we put it in our friends' cars for gags--we didn't
shag it. (Dahmer got off on the wrong foot somewhere.)
I don't give a hoot in hell how cool the reinforcing on your doll's M42
uniform looks. Perhaps I'm the one with the personal problem, but grown
men drooling and having tizzy fits over dolls is...I don't know what.
It's not gay. That's too subtle. Repressed Plushyism....?
Don't start. There is no defense. Grown men with rooms full of "Action
Figures"...
"Action Figures" with names. Anxiously anticipating the introduction
of a new "personality". Some of these nutjobs think that they
are real people or some such.
That's downright creepy. Can you say "issues"?
And let's talk semantics. "Action"? WTF??? Where's the action?
It's a plastic doll dammit. It's about as active and exciting as a pet
rock. How the hell does that translate into "action"? My ex-girlfriend's
older sister once had a lover named "Mr. Plastic" that she kept
in her drawer....but at least Mr. P had batteries and a motor of some
kind.
Hmmmm...do a roll, crank up the lava lamp, and warm up the Crisco...now
we're talking...I get it. It's the pinnacle of desperation.
"Scharfuhrer Lochfresser...you look so manly in those new jackboots...take
me! "
I'm a sick twisted bastard, but even I draw the line with partners who
lack a pulse.
News Flash! Did you guys see the new line of "action troopers"?
Click Here.
The ultimate "action figure". Features interchangeable parts,
serially number dog tags (Yee-haw! collectable!!!), 13 inches of action.
This just gets better and better....
But I can't seem to find the new 44 dot uniform on the site...maybe it's
not out yet.
And in case "your Heinz" doesn't make it through his next "action"...he'll
need these.
Thanks for the link, J.C.!
What the hell
is a plushy?
Click here
or Here
you really want to know.
WARNING!
(It's very sad, very bad, gross etc, etc. so only click if you
are prepared.) Not quite porn, but if nekkid pics disturb you,
you'd better pass on this or have a couple of shots before this.
If you're a sick lunatic like most marines and soldiers, you'll
laugh your ass off.
Check out the "cleaning instructions." Eeeeewww!
For more profound debauchery, here's the results of a plushophile
survey regarding their erotic preferences when having relations
with their...er dolls. This is sick even by my standards. And
that's an accomplishment.
Click here if you have a strong stomach and a twisted
sense of humor.
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Action Dolls Part III
New!
ATF is working with a major action figure manufacturer to introduce
a line of reenactor action figures. Yes, our greed has conquered our
principles! The action figure market is exploding and we don't want
to get left behind! These will be exclusively ATF products and are certain
to become a valuable collectibles in years to come. These highly detailed
figures will be made from 100% genuine latex compounds and are easily
disinfected using common household bleach, 409 or muratic acid. All
uniforms, field gear, organs, boots, orifices, weapons and body hair
are painstakingly reproduced in the greatest detail. A complete lack
of sharp edges or protrusions will prevent painful or embarrassing snags.
Each will come with a certificate of authenticity, his own RSHA certified
family tree with DNA sample certifying racial purity, 100 rounds of
1/6th scale blanks, and a case of Diet Coke. All LSSAH figures get a
coupon booklet good at all participating Pizza Huts in Ohio, Indiana
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T-shirt to celebrate their rebellious, revolutionary spirit. Call and
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Those Damned Dolls Part III:
Seems I've ruffled some Action Figure Collector's feathers,
insulting their men and all. Let's get something straight. I never said
in any way, that particularly from the point of view of the average
citizen, reenacting wasn't rather nuts itself. As one doll collector
forum member put it "Joe six pack running through the woods dressed
like a nazi*...." Objectively speaking, grown men, who spend thousands
of dollars to dress up like nazis and paratroopers and then run about
the forest shooting blanks at one another....then arguing about who
"got" who...or who has the prettiest outfit...it's decidedly
goofy. That there aren't more divorces than there already are is an
indicator that true love and understanding still exist; despite MTV's
attempt to convince us that only gay people (or anyone who fornicates
with some thing or organism that causes them to be ridiculed) are capable
of loving their mate despite his, her or its shortcomings.
I know that Action Figure fans (I'd abbreviate it, but typing "action"
makes me feel all warm and fuzzy...don't know why) aren't all a pack
a wild eyed plushies. Just like reenacting, there those who are in touch
with reality and then there's "the others."
In a comparison of the extremes in both hobbies, it's the extent and
silliness of the dolly fantasy that gets me. On a scale of one to ten,
reenacting scores at least a 5 on the weirdo meter. Man-Action-doll
worship is an 8 or 9. "Why??" you huff.
Here's an example: Oberfuhrer Heinz the "action" dolly
cannot talk. He can't die. He can't bleed. His weapons aren't real.
He doesn't crap, pee, spit, eat, stink or oogle girls. He doesn't make
a peep when the Cocker Spaniel gnaws his head off. I've never seen one
of them do anything except except fall off a shelf. He's 10 inches tall
for Christ's sake. Where's the "action"??? Gary Coleman dressed
up as a member of the LAH honor guard is less ridiculous. (Albeit marginally.)
Graphic illustration: 42 year-old dude....sitting on the floor
of the den making bang-bang noises, squawking "Acktoong! Pansser!
Action stations Heinz!"...pausing to push the plastic behemoth
across the carpet..."Clankety-clank...vrroooommmmm." "Kaappooommm!"
"Congratulations Heinz! Du bist mein Held! Das war ein gut shot
mit dem der panzer foost! Du hast ein Panzervernichtungs Badge gewonnen!
Heil Hitler!" ....Like Eric Cartman's tea party. Except Cartman
is 8.
Compare said scenario to an equivalent one at a reenactment. True, the
guy's name probably isn't Heinz (but it could be). He's not German.
But he is a real homo sapien. He can die. He can bleed. The War has
been over for 60 years and he may not realize it...but if he were teleported
back in time...he might very well get to fight. The battle is taking
place in Indiana, instead of France. But at least it is outside, not
on a shag rug made in Dalton Ga.. The "Panzer" is real. It's
heavy, noisy, and could kill him if his dumb ass trips while he's trying
to lay a plastic Tellermine on the track.
Both hobbies can get more than a little goofy, BUT:
Reenacting: The guns are real. The people are real. The tanks are
real. They're a few decades too late, they're too well fed, the bullets
aren't there, the citizenship is sometimes incorrect, and the location
is wrong. But all except the first point could be corrected if you
want to get hard-core.
Dollies: "Doll" says it all......no more need be said.
"You're just being mean to action doll
fans 'cause you make all dat money off da nazis and paratroopers."
Not exactly. We could carry nazi action dolls (and their accessories!)
and make loot that way too. (The distributors have contacted us several
times to offer.) But not as long as I own this company. The only thing
I might do with the damned things is impale a few dozen on tobacco stakes
and line the drive with them...like Vlad Dracul. THAT would be cool.
"I'll never buy anything from you.
You don't appreciate your customers. You're such a fag."
It's a free world. Not a problem. You have every right to get pissy.
I am indeed utterly tactless and lacking in compassion when relating
to certain enthusiast minorities. We don't make doll clothes anyway,
so I doubt we carry anything you'd want. As for my "partner preference"....I'm
not the one with a room full of little men. Little "action"
men. With names.
Remember..the doll fans started this little furball...by insinuating
that our stuff would be more accurate if we paid attention to the newest
offering from Dragon. Stuck their paws in my cage so to speak....
* "Nazi" may get the Living Historians
of German Military History upset. Don't lecture me. (I've been in the
LAH for 22 years. So I'm one too.) I'm being sarcastic (OK, obnoxious)
and talking about public perceptions. Remember, even the most liberally
minded Heer infantryman has a minimum of 2 swastikas on his uniform.
Try strutting into Olive Garden on a Friday night (No, not on reenactor
appreciation night) and what will they say....
A. "Look Honey..a German Landser! How marvelous! "
B. "Hey, get a load of the nazi dude."
C. "Did you just get back from I-rak?."
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