There’s now a remake of the movie “Red Dawn.” It updates the original in which Russian and Cuban paratroopers drop into a small American town. This time around North Koreans do the dirty. The hero in this remake is a brooding marine who trains local teenagers to destroy this updated Red menace.
It appears the primary audience for this movie is political right-wingers and militiamen. Many have long looked to the skies in anticipation that Russians and Cubans, or North Koreans and perhaps Venezualians, might suddenly appear to steal their freedoms and carry off their women.
Not a bad cinematic theme, ideology-wise. From a marketing perspective, though, I can see a better possibility to reach this audience. Instead of foreign enemies dropping from the skies, a “Moocher Dawn” flick could portray an invasion of Social Security and Medicare recipients, the long unemployed, and food stamp takers, descending by subsidized high-speed rail rather than parachute on a small Norman Rockwell conservative town.
This film might open focusing on a brooder. Not of the military variety, but a hedge fund manager whose carried interest tax rate has been taken away leading to the very real possibility that the entire U.S. economy will disintegrate from a lack of opportunity. He is a hero to local teenagers who honor him because of his successes creating jobs in Sri Lanka after taking over American enterprises, and the teenagers realization that their only hope of escaping penury generated by school debt peonage is absolute freedom to create their own vulture funds.
The moochers arrive at an Amtrack station and the battle commences. Elderly parasites start collecting their monthly Social Security checks, sick people start getting health care, fired workers continue to collect unemployment benefits, food stamp feeders accept dependency in order to eat regularly. The town is on its ways to falling into a socialist hell.
Until the hedge fund hero steps fourth. Galt-like. Tapping leftover cash from his election Super-PAC he provides the teen fighters with heavy weapons and amour, complimenting their own stocks of Second Amendment small arms. And with additional training from freelance mercs this cash infusion also funds, the youngsters gradually triumph and put the moochers in their place.
“Moocher Dawn.” You won’t see it at your local bijou this year. But as big bucks start flowing in to generate a 2014 political hysteria, watch for it about then — on view in places where folks go to the movies in camo, and where unions and other varmints ain’t welcome.