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"Capitalism: A Love Story": Michael's Moore's Grapes of Wrath

And Zombie Stripper is Jenna Jameson's Scarlet Letter.

Headline: Millionaire film director and grotesquely obese fat-ass puts the final nail in the coffin of capitalism and proves once and for all that everyone should care desperately about their health.

How could anyone doubt this guy?

I smell a Pulitzer!

Some peace of my own

I think I've decided that I really just want to find a woman, someone I can really trust and love, and hide away from the world, is the truth.

People are so shitty to one another, is the truth. Stubbornly so. And as long as they are, I just want to be away from them and it all. If people aren't going to stop being shitty, I just don't want anything to do with them, is the truth.

I just want one woman with a loving heart to talk about anything and everything that might be on my heart. And not have to worry about her being petty, or snarky, or shitty about people in the world. Because I'm beyond exhausted with all that shit.

I want a wife. And maybe some kids. And some peace in life.

And let everyone tear up this world and one another as much as they like, if they're not gonna stop. Don't stop, I say. And live in the shitty world you make. And no matter what excuses people make, the only force responsible for fucking things up was the force of everyone's own egos. And I just don't want anything to do with any of it, anymore.

Humanity can enjoy the shitty world of their own making.

I just want some peace away from it all.