Civil War, the 2024 Film

A Dirge for White Supremacy, Death Ode to the gods of Woke and Trans Chaos

I watched Alex Garland’s Civil War film on Monday. I don’t wear a lot of black. I didn’t realize how much black I wore, until I walked out of the theater. I thought, that was appropriate.

I will probably discuss a few if not all the major plot points, including the ending, so if you still intend on seeing the film keep that in mind.

The first thing that really stopped me, watching Civil War, was the white, millennial, probable lesbian but vaguely trans suicide bomber who blows up a water truck and a dozen or so people around it, in New York City, just as the two white, vaguely asexual female protagonists meet. A water truck. Age of Aquarius indeed.

The lead female protagonist, a northern European descendant photo-journalist, with the gender-less name Lee, has a bad dream after that, a bunch of war zones she has photoed, the last image, a black African on his knees with a tire around his arms and waist, doused with an accelerant by fellow black Africans and lit on fire.

One has to think mythologically, watching a film such as this - fossil fuels are a killer, don’t you know…

The next scene we are introduced in greater detail to the main characters, in a hotel in New York where a lot of press like to stay, an overly long and wordy scene where I am reminded how little esteem I have for official media. A strange choice for the protagonists, I thought, some of the least likable people in America currently. Our crew is “balanced” gender wise, two female and two males, the grandpa/elder, supposedly likable, grossly overweight black man, Sammy; and a LatinX, Joel, attractive, good natured adrenaline junkie who is also a chronic chronic and straight from the bottle vodka user. We learn they are headed for DC; the Western Forces are marching on the Capital, the protagonists want to beat the WF there, interview the President before he is killed “within the month.” Our elder black wise man does not like the idea. Too dangerous. It is the story of the century though, so they can’t not go.

On the road we learn one of the fatal mistakes the President made was disbanding the FBI, as if the FBI might have saved his presidency, except I was like, it probably would be literally fatal to a President to even suggest to disband the FBI. Trump was merely skeptical about the FBI and they continue to try to destroy him (they haven’t killed him because they cannot make him a martyr.)

Lee, our lead protagonist, is not at all happy about Jessie, our vaguely female 23 year old wannabe war photographer, also with a genderless name, is along for the ride to DC. Lee could not be less sympathetic, she is a GenX ice queen, bitter, existential, humorless, unkind.

Our first encounter with people outside of the big city are three white rednecks. $300 American will buy you a sandwich, but $300 Canadian will buy you half a tank and two cans of gas, probably 30 gallons. Because Canada is a stable country, lol. These guys are so dumb they don’t mind our photo journalists checking out the looters they have out back, bloodied and hanging from their wrists, still alive. Redneck was jealous in high school, of one of the guys he is torturing. Stand right there between them and I will take your picture. Ok, because I am an idiot.

It is the first inkling of what our globalist intelligentsia thinks of rural America, that we are dumb, immoral and sadistic.

Jessie is crying after that. But then they have a human moment, she and Lee, next to a crashed and abandoned military helicopter in the parking lot of a JC Penny’s. See, you’ve got to be existential to survive this business. They stay the night in the parking lot, repeating gunfire in the distance. They have more human moments, getting high, getting drunk on cheap vodka. LatinX passes out outside on his bedroll, his half full vodka bottle sitting open on the concrete four feet away. It is a little thing, but I kept looking at that bottle and thinking, a sandwich costs you $300, but you aren’t going to put the cap on that bottle of vodka and put it away? The open bottle was meant as a kind of emblem of ‘coping with horrors,’ but it simply rang false, and that ringing-false noise seemed always in the background, the unreality of all of this.

Jessie gets her first taste of a real gunfight in the morning. That shooting all night in the distance is now active shooting all morning up close. A small group of very heavily armed, highly trained diverse warriors in plain clothes are laying siege to a building. I kept thinking, the guys on both sides sure don’t have any limit on how many bullets they can shoot, civil war supply line disruptions be damned. Black guy gets shot, Asian guy tries to save him, white “girl” Jessie gets a great photo. Highly trained plain clothes enter the building, shoot a wounded man in an army uniform dead. Outside, guys in uniform with black hoods over their heads are lined up and mowed down by a mad man with a fifty caliber, and again, no limits apparently on bullets, shooting well after the men are long dead. Dead guys in uniform all seemed white, diverse plain clothes warriors after, laughing, having a good time.

War is awful, atrocities happen, but this is a war with no rules, no codes, no laws, no prisoners. There is death, and more death and then more death, all for no apparent reason.

A word on Jessie…she is cute, fierce, courageous. But there is something sexless about her. Every time she turned and walked away I thought, is she wearing padded jeans to make her butt look bigger and hips wider? I can’t recall when it happened, but there was a moment, sometime after she has come very close to death, when she turns and looks in the direction of the camera, and if you had a screenshot, it sure seemed to me like her face was digitally changed to make her look like a boy.

The trans sniper who was so very provocative in the trailer image before the film was released? It turned out his spotter is a rainbow boy too, who got some of the best lines in the film. Here again, they don’t seem to know or care what side they are fighting on, we just know that guy in that building over there is trying to kill us. Who is he fighting for? It is Hobbes war of all against all. I’m not a sniper, but I’m a deer hunter. Looking at their position, if I’m several years deep in a civil war and I’m in that building with a good scope and a decent rifle they would both be dead. That green spaghetti string should be covering your light bulb head, trannie.

Not long after this, we meet the other guy who was so provocative in the trailers. A few reviewers speculated that the President is a stand-in for Trump. But this guy is Trump, or rather, a Trumped up version of all MAGA, and while he comes off as maybe, possibly kind of cool in the trailer, he is the most repulsive character in the film, and the only one who truly gets what he deserves.

Everything about this scene is no laws, no rules, no codes, no prisoners, no reason, only madness.

After that, the rest of the film is the Western Forces not fucking around. This is an AI, CGI, major military operation on American soil. Truly imposing.

Despite all the talk going into the movie, maybe I missed it but there is next to no background about the civil war in the film. I saw maps of the Western Forces, the various alliances, before I saw the film, but I didn’t see or hear any of that in the film. It was even more opaque than I anticipated, why the fighting. That said, watching this military force make it’s way to DC, I thought, very briefly, hey, a guy can dream. But not really. War is retarded and it is awful.

Our protagonists tag along. Next thing you know, they are right outside the White House. It is a full on military invasion of the city, with not anything like the same amount of power holding DC, the gate to the White House like the gate to a Green Zone. Then the tanks roll in.

Curiously, Lee, GenX protagonist, is having a meltdown. Nerves finally got to her, I guess. GenZ protagonist Jessie is cool calm collected.

The President supposedly tries to escape, but the limo can’t make it through the wall of tanks and armored vehicles. Everybody who emerges from the vehicles, armed or not, is shot dead. Everybody, even the quite obvious non-combatants. No rules, now laws, no codes, no prisoners, no reason, only death, only madness.

Lee recovers herself, leads Jessie and LatinX into the White House, followed closely by a team of six assassins, one of whom is a black woman who is now infamous. In the press room, black woman assassin meets black female press secretary who is asking to negotiate the surrender of the president. It is an interesting moment. The Black Female press secretary, unarmed, is shot dead. If you are a black female working for the white supremacist, you will be shot, even if you are surrendering .

Working their way through the White House they exchange gunfire with many Secret Service in suits. Our crew of assassins is crowded on either side of an entryway into an open office area, exchanging fire. Jessie jumps out into the line of fire to take a photo, Lee leaps out after her to save her, shoves Jesse to the ground….and then stands there in the entryway, back to the line of fire. Of course she could have dove at Jessie, hauling Jessie to the ground with her, but she throws Jessie to the ground and then stands up straight in the line of fire, making no effort to get out of the way. Of course she is shot and dies. It is like suicide by Secret Service, I guess the stress finally became too much. But of course, she did not commit suicide, she was sacrificed by the screenwriters. Lee is a white supremacist sacrifice to the globalist god of woke and trans.

Jessie forgets that Lee just saved her, because she is about to get the picture of the Millennia. In the next room is the Oval Office and the President. LatinX Joel gets to ask the question he has been wanting to ask, “I need a quote.” The President blubbers “Don’t let them kill me.” “That will do” LatinX says, and practically laughs. Then we see the President on the floor from the viewpoint of Jessie. Black woman puts three shots into the President of the United States as he lays prone on the floor. Then in slow motion, the black “woman” turns slowly to the camera, and maybe it was just me, but it sure looked like her face had been digitally transformed into the face of an African man.

Then a still of all the warriors, posing with their trophy, smiling, gleaming really, three white guys, the black “woman” and a black man. There is a dead Italian on the floor off to the side. The song playing throughout, into the credits, is repeating “Dream, baby…Dream, baby…Dream, baby….”

We heard the voice of the President throughout the movie, speaking to the nation, sounding like a man cornered. This moment as the credits roll and the image of the trophy he became is the only time in the film that I thought he was a symbol of Trump. The dead president is also the masculine symbol of a white supremacist sacrifice to the globalist woke god of trans, just as Lee was the Feminine sacrifice.

For a long time I have been hearing about how Alex Garland was concerned about the threat of civil war in America, so he made a movie to dissuade Americans from such a fight.

That is a lot of shit. Alex Garland made a movie to slander Americans as worse than 3rd worlders. Americans in this film are nothing but blood thirsty killers, addicts, drunks, existential, nihilistic, unattractive, sexless morons and otherwise doomed. This film is some demonic funeral dirge for the one place left to make a stand against the globalists, a death ode to the gods of woke and trans chaos, a mythological bell to toll the destruction of the West, the collapse of civilization and the descent into barbarism.

Fuck off Alex Garland.