5/3/2011

Someone on the FaceSpace posted something about that Quentin Tarrantino fiasco “Ienglouriouse Baestaeioredes” earlier. I replied. I won't try to remember exactly what I said but it had to do with the movie being longer than the actual war. While thinking about it, I decided I am the exact opposite of a Tarrantino “Fan.” I am a Tarrantino... hmm, Blanket? Yes, I like that. From now on, when I don't like something so much as to be the opposite of a “Fan,” I will be a “Blanket.” So, I guess that makes me a U2 Blanket as well. No, that doesn't encompass just how much I hate U2. I'm more of a U2 Space Heater. Perhaps even a U2 Furnace. I am a U2 Thermonuclear Reaction. It don't get much “less fan-like” than that, I don't believe. I hate Tarrantino’s work, but I'd categorize it more in the “Space Heater” realm. U2 just needs to get the hell off of my planet. And speaking of smug, self righteous assholes, can you believe that douche is trying to take credit for killing Osama Bin Laden? You know who I mean. Can't you imagine how fast he would have distanced himself from the whole thing, and vilified the troops involved, had it gone wrong? He’ll probably apologize to the Arab world and give away billions in reparations pretty soon. Watch for it. I hate that fuck head, probably more than I hate U2. Make that “definitely more than I hate U2.” Oops, I guess I'm on a watch list now. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound: where is this generation’s L.H. Oswald? Too far? Probably. We just need to vote the assholes out next November and hope the new bunch is better. They can't get much worse. And on that possibly treasonous note, I'm out of here.