It’s like a Wimmelbilder of deeply troubling / embarrassing / weird shit. It feels like there should be extra special finds hidden in the details, like a copy of Mein Kampf or a gold statue of Trump holding a smaller gold statue of Trump.
First one is standard Trump posture.
Actors age out of roles, so you should be changing the world with each movie…
Counterpoint: James Bond has been chugging along for sixty years. Some are better than others, but the basic outline is the same for almost every Bond movie, and it’s still a prestige franchise.
A married couple who are landlords.
I’m not saying violence doesn’t solve many issues and is sometimes called for. But literally most? I’d have to disagree.
Heinlein addresses this, too:
War is not violence and killing, pure and simple; war is controlled violence, for a purpose. The purpose of war is to support your government’s decisions by force. The purpose is never to kill the enemy just to be killing him… but to make him do what you want him to do. Not killing… but controlled and purposeful violence. But it’s not your business or mine to decide the purpose or the control. It’s never a soldier’s business to decide when or where or how — or why — he fights; that belongs to the statesmen and the generals. The statesmen decide why and how much; the generals take it from there and tell us where and when and how. We supply the violence; other people — ‘older and wiser heads,’ as they say — supply the control.
It’s really quite a good book.
Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor, and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst.
–Robert A. Heinlein, Starship Troopers
Speak for yourself. I’ve got two brother cats and I refer to both of them as little kitty cat mans.
Which means that every villain in that room fully believes that is the sort of thing that Croc would say.
Got it, bring back huffing gasoline and smoking asbestos cigarettes.
America in general is so heavily armed, what point would there be in smuggling arms into America? Coals and Newcastle and all that.
If we decide to tear ourselves apart, we’ve already got plenty of the tools required right at hand.
Giant Douche vs. Turd Sandwich is one of South Park’s most beloved and enduring episodes, and it’s basically a long argument against voting, and look where that attitude has got us.
Alexandra Daddario in the AMC show The Mayfair Witches.
She ostensibly plays a brilliant brain surgeon. She starts experiencing some spooky witch and demon-related goings on.
She meets up with a guy working for a paranormal research group. He tells her in no uncertain terms “Do not leave this magically-protected apartment. You are in great danger.” She agrees.
Five minutes later she walks out of the apartment onto the street. She immediately wanders into a New Orleans street party, is handed an open drink from a stranger, drinks it, and whoopsy daisy gets magically roofied into a demon-engineered hallucination of her dead mother.
Brilliant. Brain. Surgeon.
How about a compromise: Russia gets the entire fuck out of Ukraine, and in exchange they can have Alaska. Seems fair.
You know what fucks me up? His birth name is Dean Tanaka. His biological father is Japanese. Strong “pulling the ladder up behind you” vibes.
I do my WICK check.
W - Wallet
I - Information device (phone / mp3 player)
C - Cup (travel mug of coffee)
K - Keys
Then I get to my car and I remember that I forgot something else important so I have to go back.