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If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B-Movie Actor, by the one and only Bruce Campbell. If your'e a fan it's a rare, earnest and unflinching look inside the life of a guy who has bounced around the edges of conventional fame most of his adult life, simply trying to make a living as an actor. If you couldn't give a…

Nothin' worse than a fuck drought.

Yeah, I'm with ya. Now how do we get through to that asshole? Can we?

Fuck this idiot.

They are an anti-American organization. Their continued existence is directly responsible for holding back the development and advancement of the human species. They are a living Cancer in our society that we can actually remove and cure, but only through bloody eradication. They proudly stand for everything we as a…

I wonder how well a law degree shields one against a Hellfire missle strike.

the Westboro Baptist Church, a group of litigious trolls with the barest no ties to Jesus, whatsofuckingever...

This also applies to the entirety of the Republican Party. It's well past time to dissolve them, disband them, revoke their charter or however you tell a group of incompetent asses their services will no longer be required.

I can't believe I'm going to write this, but I feel like I must, because I believe it to be true:

Because, far as I know, it's hogwash. I made it up. I was just fuckin' with y'all, sorry.

Cognitive dissonance is the point; it's the fulcrum of their existence. If it could be stripped from them, if they could actually see what a vote for the GOP does to them, to us all? I don't believe they could cope with that. Or worse; those who can see, but don't care beyond whatever short-term benefit is promised…

That's the inherent trouble with the GOP, the Tea Party and all those who support them. If they were burdened with real self-awareness; if they could actually see what they believe and stand for and how it utterly contradicts and invalidates their every position and policy -the damage they cause- their minds would…

How about... he's what would happen if Homer somehow ate Fat Tony and Diamond Joe and absorbed all their worst attributes.

Not with three barrels, I tell ye, not with three!

Bruce simply treats him like any other of his overly-enthusiastic fans. Smiles, waves, maybe a bit of pleasant chit-chat, then he's back to work. It's been made crystal clear that Bruce respects him as though he were a human being (which says more for Bruce's level of class than it says anything for Lunchbox), but…

Yep. Nailed it.

Nope, lived in South Jersey for a few years. Was always amused to see the rubes swoon over Christie and Jon Bon Jovi competing to see who could pat themselves on the back hardest over their Sandy contributions.

I'll catch this bird for ye, but it ain't gonna be cheap! I value my neck a lot more than a fiver, Chief!