Yesterday Boyfriend and I watched this really awesome, kind of crazy, entirely hilarious movie, “God Bless America,” directed by Bobcat Goldthwait (the knowledge of which should get your idea of the plot back on track). The IMDb summary: “On a mission to rid society of its most repellent citizens, terminally ill Frank makes an unlikely accomplice in 16-year-old Roxy.”
Ten minutes into this movie (it too can be in your Netflix instant queue with little hassle!) and you realize that this one might be beyond over the top. I mean, clearly. Baby rain.
But I think I’d be hard pressed to find someone who wouldn’t agree that the U.S. (and just us as humans, generally) could use a little more politeness and consideration. And intelligence. And driving capability. And some Stop-Talking-Now pills. Ahem. I’ll just take one of those…
Anyway. I mean, just think about the last time some d-bag cut you off in traffic in his unnecessarily loud, flashy car. Or the last time someone just stopped walking in the middle of the mall or grocery store–unquestionably right in front of you. Or all the people who willingly watch the Jersey Shore, the Kardashians and whatever the hell that Honey Boo Boo thing is.
This is a plague, I’ve decided. Remember when the common man’s entertainment consisted of Shakespearean plays? Ok, I’ll bring it back some: or when The Beatles were considered pop music? Now we have Twilight (and yes, I have read the books and seen the movies, but I’m the first to tell you, they are God-awful; like I said, it’s a plague). And I’m going to say the most horrific word I’ve said all month, and I cuss like a sailor: Beiber.
I’m ready to give up on society almost all of the time. But then someone goes and pays for my coffee in the drive-through because I was nice and let them in line ahead of me, and I fall in love with the world all over again.
Until some little old lady nearly runs me off the road and doesn’t even know what she did.