For years, I've described the way the film industry treats gun culture as an unhealthy relationship. And it's only gotten worse.
Hollywood still loves guns as long as they're exciting. As long as they're cool. As long as the audience can't get enough of them.
Then a tragedy strikes and they suddenly grow what they think is a conscience. Hoplophobia at it's most ironic.
It's like watching some straight laced college fuckhead hooking up with a lady that cheerfully helped him check off three-quarters of the boxes on his sexual bucket list in a single semester, then refuse to acknowledge her presence when in polite company (let alone admit that he couldn't find her clit with a map and a wanted poster).
It really is fucking pathetic sometimes.
Eh, I'll be over here in the corner. Smiling because I taught their girlfriend that thing they like.
Hollywood still loves guns as long as they're exciting. As long as they're cool. As long as the audience can't get enough of them.
Then a tragedy strikes and they suddenly grow what they think is a conscience. Hoplophobia at it's most ironic.
It's like watching some straight laced college fuckhead hooking up with a lady that cheerfully helped him check off three-quarters of the boxes on his sexual bucket list in a single semester, then refuse to acknowledge her presence when in polite company (let alone admit that he couldn't find her clit with a map and a wanted poster).
It really is fucking pathetic sometimes.
Eh, I'll be over here in the corner. Smiling because I taught their girlfriend that thing they like.
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