Ah, so because you subjectively dislike the music he has made, you believe him to be an asshole.

Right, but you can’t say why, and you can’t say why you’re trolling with your hateration.  You should get you a #MAGA twitter account, you’d fit right in with those idiots.

There’s an old adage:  “Everyone’s entitled to their opinion, unless they can’t support it.”

Who?

Newflash: when your kids hit middle school, and get phones, and stop talking to you altogether, you’ll fucking WISH those motherfuckers would get down on the floor for some fun. Shit, you’ll be hoping they look you in the eye.

Definitely the latter. Stay tuned for his diatribe on how Mr. Rogers was a satanist.

Because in your fevered mind Paul McCartney is somehow analogous to Hitler, Trump and Vlad the Impaler?  Is this your first time trying an analogy?

Veja’s are the fancy version of Addidas Stan Smiths, made with better leather and rubber; etc.  They fucking rule.

Fucking terrifying.

I think that the movie does such a fine job of showing them losing their marbles that they get away with more than they would have otherwise. Plus, the fact that they follow the stream in one direction all day, only to find themselves back at the same place that, seems to indicate that supernatural shit is afoot. It’s…

This is a glorious day. For all of my life, we’ve all known the GOP was the party of white supremacism, but because they outwardly denied it, we had to play along with their bullshit charade and give them the benefit of the doubt.

I’d say this is a terrible idea, but then Bumbauch was a co-writer of Madagasgar 3 which, stay with me here, is one of the most bonkers, buck-wild kids’ movies ever made.  Might sound absurd, but if you have kids and you’ve sat through ALL OF THE KIDS’ MOVIES, you won’t believe the joy to be had with M3.  It’s like…

How else was a song as simple as “Let ‘Em In” a hit?

Do you know Paul McCartney?  Because you’re talking like you know him.

Paul McCartney’s musical genius is about 70% of the reason why the Beatles are what they are.

Still holds up as terrifying. I made the HUGE mistake of going to see Midsommar Friday night, which is about as scary as Snuffalapagus, and so on Saturday I wanted to see something legitimately scary and turned to this.

Yeah, you’re right: watching the movie, the crucifixes aren’t a big deal, because the entire village is so utterly lacking in verisimilitude you can’t be bothered by particular details. The place is entirely unreal.

Well, I’ve seen the movie now, and I can safely say: the movie is dumber than the script. My complaints that the protagonists wouldn’t have stuck around after the dying starts proved unfounded, because I don’t believe in the Village in the first instance. I don’t believe those people exist, and I don’t believe they…

I’d rather watch Rob Zombie pull a goatse.

That’s probably why these movies appeal to you.