THE DEATH OF DOCTOR WHO

I just completed watching all the Doctor Who episodes since its resurrection in 2005. I’ve seen every episode during the 13 seasons, first with Chris Eccleston, then David Tennant, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi and finally Jodie Whittaker as The Doctor. This year we have new season 14 with Ncuti Gatwa as The Doctor. The British TV show has been around since 1963. The new doctor is doing a great job (and I don’t care if he’s black, green, or peachy-fukkin’ purple), but the DISMAL DISNEY influence just might kill the entire thing.

The first three episodes of Season 14 were pretty good, but then Ep #4 had no Doctor for most of it. That’s ok, but a major mystery was left unsolved…Why did they all run from the odd woman at a distance? Then Ep #5 of season 14 had another unanswered mystery: the slugs were created intentionally, but by whom? The Dots? Why??? And when the planet’s remaining inhabitants went to the scary forest, abhorring anything to do with a black man, why was the Doctor sure they’d all die? What danger was in the forest? No answers forthcoming. DUHHH. (All that ‘abhorrence’ did was emphasize the fact that there are differences between blacks and whites, so be sure to not accept any blacks in your life. That’s a DEAD concept in 2024, of which Disney ought to be acutely aware.)

Then we had Ep. #6. It had, sure enough, two queer men kissing: The Disney Touch. Compare that with, say, “The Day of the Doctor,” which had three Doctors and two of the best companions and not much else in a brilliant, interesting, tale of woe that was compelling, and extremely well done.

The numbers of viewers of Doctor Who is constantly dropping, just as the number of people interested in ANYTHING Disney touches is going rapidly into the sewer. We don’t need faggots, thank you. I’m off Doctor Who until they fix this crap.