
Spent the rest of the day mad with power.
Yesterday evening, we began with a viewing of Bronson (above) described by one critic as "watching a violent prisoner who lives for the day when he can get naked and fight prison guards six at a time." You know, with a description like that, time had to be made.
Over came a friend, out came the tequila.

But, as much as we found ol' Charlie to be a charmer, we think those people are out of their fucking minds thankyouverymuch.
The evening concluded with tequila and beer, for a re-viewing of Requiem For A Dream, which also didn't disappoint (one critic said it made "Trainspotting look like Teletubbies") even after all these years.


Just as there's "No Parking On The Dancefloor" there's been no thinking outside the NewAge as well. As the French say, "this is not done." You will have to eventually bow to the friendly fascism of Charlie Manson, or you will be branded as some version of a Charlie Bronson.
You really can't win.

By the time the DVDs were over and the news came on - and we saw this ad - we were drooling all over ourselves:
Which only reinforced why, at the forefront of our efforts going forward - for what probably may not seem like obvious reasons, to some, unless they too are willing to get really, really blasted with the rest of us one night soon - please let it be known we're strongly advising against anyone, and we mean anyone, on our side ever attempting to fight "for what you believe in" ever again.


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