Thanksgiving Prophesy:
Paris Hilton will die when she runs her H2 into an oncoming train in an attempt to get to her country pop concert while fucking 50 cent in the back (and not watching the road, or rail-road in this case)

And then explodes, destroying as much corporate property as physically possible.


I hate the TV.
It will surely undo everything ever accomplished by any social movement ever, rendering the population of America brain-slaves of not-so genius elite morons, whose entire programming base consists of such mathmatically mainstremaized material that it has nothing to do with anything anyone should ever care about as it features people just like them in completely irrelevant and didacticly uninteresting scenarios and oppressively uninspired music.

Oh wait, we're already there.



Maybe this is why so many people like older American pop-culture things right now. Because what's currently here SUCKS ASS.

Completely Unrelated:

Festive Thanksgiving Picture




Appetizing? Go try eat desicated pultry now, you tryptophan junkies!