Anyone who is faint of heart had best scroll on down to the next post.
Anyone left, y’all’d best get a rag for the inside of your monitor, because I’m fixing to vent my spleen.
I have just now read a transcript of the supposedly male American by the name of Oliver Stone shooting off his cakehole at the San Sebastian Film Festival on 29SEP of this year.
The quote that caught my attention goes like this:
“…Terrorism is a manageable action. It can be lived with,” said Stone.
Goodness. Terrorism is a “Manageable. Action.” Terrorism can be “Lived. With.”
Who the f…
You are a poncey little hackneyed arse-wipe poseur with delusions of adequacy — who the hell crowned you expert on any-godsdamned thing other than the proper creation of suck-arse movies?
Terrorism can be “lived with”? Tell that to the innocent dead, you sodding cock-up! Holy Mary, Mother of God, I can’t believe that someone managed to stack horse dung tall enough to pass for an actual human being!
Who the hell was the jackass that gave your vomitous mass — spewed forth onto a handy rock by some nauseated, parasitic flatworm — a birth certificate?
You listen to me, you fungus-scraping: You are a sodding has-been. You got lucky with one movie, and you’ve been by-God coasting on that ever since, you miserable, fatuitous hack.
Tell me, truly: what part of “talentless, incompetent, posing artiste” qualifies you as an expert on terrorism? Hmm? What? What part of “failed, washed-up schmuck” gives you this wonderful insight?
Is this truly what it takes to become an “ex-spurt” in terrorism? Film a couple of embarrassing, slip-shod, art-house, box-office failure crap movies, and all of a sudden you’re a flaming terror genius?
Sweet shivering Shiva! Why the hell didn’t someone tell us sooner! Sink me, the pornography industry must be an un-tapped extravaganza of counter-terror specialists!
Oh, wait, maybe not. Unlike your efforts, people will actually pay money to see porn. Hmm … Is complete and total failure an absolutely necessary part of your anti-terror expertise, you arrogant little pismire?
“Live with terrorism” — I have never heard such addle-pated, doltish, simple-minded, obtuse, vacuous, drivel in all my born days.
You don’t “live with terrorism”, you lack-wit. “Living” has not one sodding thing to do with terrorism. Terrorism is about death, you cocked-over simpleton. Yours or theirs — and they’ve already decided.
How the hell — you drooling, lily-livered, mono-synaptic, gutless, pea-brained, spineless imitation of a lick-spittle toady — how the hell do you “live with” people who want to kill you?
How the hell do you “live with” people who want to see your entire society wiped from the face of the earth?
You buggering cretin, I swear to Loki, I’d back-hand the dentures right out of your gums, but I don’t want to splatter manure over half the Left Coast.