Non sequitur tripe and other such daftness
Have you seen the commercials for that new movie "The Devil’s Rejects"? You know, I actually like horror films myself (even though they tend to scare the crap out of me), but imagine you were seven years old and saw that. Just watching cartoons after school at home and boom! Blood curdling screams, ghastly grimaces, and cliched quick-cut camera gimmickry fill the television screen where Bugs Bunny was just moments before.
So sue me if I sound like an old fogey bitchin’ about the state of things. I have a point.
And what further pisses me off is that while it’s perfectly okay according to the American public and the FCC for shit like that to run at 4:00 in the afternoon when kids are still wiiiide awake, the merest peck on the cheek between two men gets pushed back to 11:00 pm or slammed with an NC-17 rating.
Why is this country more afraid of love than we are of violence?
I’m seeing potential roommates (4) tomorrow evening. Perhaps I should pose this question to them each, and award the room to the person with the best response. Something along the lines of "Because it’s chock-full of war-hungry idiots and fuckin’ Republicans" will win me over in a heartbeat.
