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- 2 de Nov, 2024
WaaaaAAAaaayy back in this thread I said I was surprised that Gooper (seemingly) had a good relationship with his parents. I based this off a Tumblr post where he said his dad liked Zach Hadel as The Crappy Fish. That is, his dad was seeing his son’s work and legitimately praising it for a funny joke. That’s cute. It’s cute that Cooper was proud enough to share that. Very wholesome, cherry vig bhungus.It will never sit right with me that Jax is a verbatim selfinsert from Gooseworx and the one thing that this selfinsert is revealed to have done is potentially killing his own mother. The implications this gives on Cooper are concerning, to say the least.
BuuuuuUUUUuuuut then I read the stuff about conversion therapy and Jax as a self-insert… and watched all the weird maid shit… and saw Gooper’s weird art where Jax discusses progesterone as a means to improve gambling ability… and the leaks…. Like what the fuck. Hearing “kitten” coming from Michael Kovach with theatre-quality audio sounds like a sonic nightmare. It’s just so brutal, man. This paragraph started off as being about Cooper’s familial issues and ended up being about how horrible the tranny shit is. Sorry, man.
Point is that my opinion changed and the dude clearly has mommy issues. Like, dude, Ragatha gets pinned to a chair with knives through her body… she cannot respond to this catastrophic level of pain because the spectre of her (brain scan OG’s) mother is haunting her. The form of the mother is blackened out into a hollow, yonic shape (not unlike Ribbit appearing in Jax’s room). The mother is simultaneously terrifying but unseen. Blotted-out and noticed only in absentia. Like Kinger’s Nubian Queen getting two lines of dialogue before her A10-eyes husband gets a minute long jazz sequence mourning her. Women are a thing that cannot be faced in of themselves, for that way leads to pure annihilation. Even Ribbit, Jax’s lost Lenore, is reduced to a “she/they”, because the dead woman spilling out of a fridge is too hideous a sight to face.
Oddly enough, this would have made for an amazing, EoE-tier ending… if only Cooper could look into the feminine blackness and accepted the death of his false feminine alter ego. If he meaningfully engaged with whatever chasm this horrifying AllMother GloinkQueen represents, he may have made something truly astounding. Alas, alack, he decided to figuratively drill his brain with drugs and pornography of him literally drilling his brain. It’s like poetry, in that it Star Wars.








