Skip it! 

Egad! Yet another version of this monkey business? Really? Here’s the problem.  Perhaps it’s a personal problem.  Consciously or subconsciously, I have the same love/hate relationship with the innocent monkey that blacks and whites have with each other, women and men have with each other, etc.  My problem is with blight people.  People (black, white or other) who wither hopes, destroy prospects, impair growth, or employ not too subtle ways to make intentionally harmful social or political commentary.

As a Christian or Jew (or decent human being), does it bother you when scientists (probably racist, too), with the blasphemous gall of atheists, like those at NASA, masquerade as scientists and throw a little pork in their science by naming their test monkeys Ham I-IV like old Mach I’s and IV’s?

Did it bother you that Ham from the cartoon Space Chimps –suspiciously–had a certain senator for an uncle?

Does it bother you when you or someone else calls a person of color “monkey,” “sand monkey,” throws banana peels in the driveways of interrracial families, or parades a “cute” monkey on their shoulder during a Republican rally while the true monkey brandishes a sinister grin?

Did it bother you when Tiger Woods revealed the unconscionable act of his oppressors/abusers who tied him to a tree and called him a monkey?

Well, such shameful acts of depravity abhor me.  And when given the option to watch black actors, especially, dress up as monkeys for a salary, I have to opt out.   In my overly sensitive mind–to be sure, it is a sell-out move.  And I wouldn’t even pay monkey bread or filthy lucre for such fiendish fetishism. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of this tired old monkey mess.  Hot new techno fx or not, I will have to apologize to Director Rupert Wyatt in his latest exploration of monkeydom, the gorgeous James Franco, and the magnificent John Lithgow and say, Just skip it!