We read in the NOW thatThe great warrior(Chief of war), by Jason Momoa, will be the first commercial series "spoken largely in Hawaiian," which, we also read, "has outraged Trumpist circles." The article explains that this language, currently co-official (and here we already know what that means, that of being a co-official language) was banned from the end of the 19th century until the 1970s (and here we also know what that means of being a banned language).
I'm surprised that someone gets angry because a language other than their own is being used, one that already existed when their grandparents weren't even wearing underwear, and I'm even more surprised by this zeal to ban "organic" things. "Don't speak this language, I forbid you to marry this one." Constantly, methodically, and without any trace of intelligence, seeking reasons for outrage seems to be the only sexual pleasure for some people. It makes me so angry to think that a group of people is, right now, pissed off because Aquaman speaks in Hawaiian and not English that I think I need a really pissed-off Marie Kondo. Being pissed off takes up a lot of brain space. "So, why are you pissed off?" she'd ask. "Oh, it's just that Aquaman, who's so hot, speaks in Hawaiian on TV, like it's normal, and if he does it, it'll still seem normal," the other person would reply. And then Kondo would say, "Roll that bad vibe up and put it in the drawer. And don't honk at the car in front of you, because still You haven't committed any violations, although I know you're hoping you will. Oh! You've already committed one! Congratulations! You can get angry now.
