Nuclear war has always been an ambition of extremist jingoists who either blindly believe that their faith in their country will keep them alive, or are prepared for and accept mutually assured destruction. It seems like madness, to want to die in order to kill. I don’t understand that kind of wrath, as its really has not been in my person. Until recently.
I have seen things, horrible things, that can never be unseen. I need a lobotomy to get this vicious taint off my soul. The pain I’m experiencing… I don’t know how to describe it. When I think about the horrors I’ve witnessed in the past twenty four hours, my mind swims, but not like in a cloudy haze. Its like my brain is literally swirling inside my head, like an ocean in a storm, and it throws me off balance and makes me want to puke. Twice now, I’ve collapsed, weeping, raising my fist in the air and questioning the existence of a merciful God. The decision is still out, and I also still wonder how reasonable human beings can treat each other in the ways I’ve seen.
That’s right. I saw Norbit. This was the most offensive, depressing, horrible comedy ever made, ever. If this was a tragicomic dark comedy a la Novocaine, or the play version of Little Shop of Horrors where everybody dies horribly, I would have really enjoyed it. But every character, no matter how despicable and irredeemable, lives through the end of the credits.
The fat woman menace continues to plague our society.
Its still a dark comedy, but dark as in Soul Plane or Soul Food. Not in an endearing way, wherein its all about family values and passing the chitlins, but in a despicable way, wherein its all about big, scary black guys and being trapped in a marriage rife with spousal abuse.
The only person on the face of the planet who could properly enjoy Norbit, Wilbur Force.
And so, coming back to my original point… Mr. President, sir, I believe it is the best interest of the American people, nation, and way of life, to nuke Eddie Murphy. I volunteer and forfeit my life for this mission, personally. Awaiting orders, sir.
Where else more bravely and just go I, than before my God for judgment, shoulder to shoulder with enemy mine.