MOST OF YOUR LIBERAL FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS ARE VERY BAD THINGS

I was rather impressed by Neil LaBute's usual crude condemnation of the theatrical assholes who share his Manhattan elevator on a daily basis, back when I saw it for the first time on 11.9.11. Before it was ever known that the film's sports gym workout scenes were about Ohio football coaches having sodomy in the showers. And nobody really gives a shit because that is exactly the same kind of thing that all of the Jewish queer finks out there elected to be our asshole leader in 2008. Who got the decisive vote of such Roman Catholics as Mel Gibson and Maureen Dowd.

But GREASE 2's Uncle Michael urged me to wait awhile before I said anything about it. That is until Britney Spears' father, a.k.a. Mr Spears, would enter into the movie's Hawaiian baptism pool finale and die, and then be born again. When his crazy Bible Belt daughter, who knows that she belongs to her daddy Mel Gibson, would become engaged to some older fuck who looks like a dirty Adam Sandler style Malibu Jew transplant from New York.

Therefore it is obviously time for me to watch the VERY BAD THINGS prophecy about Mel's crazy blond wife getting married in Las Vegas for the first time ever at:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Very_Bad_Things

Which is the part where Mel finally takes over as her head because her daddy's heart was set too much upon the things of this world, like the Bible.

GSR/TWN