"Reflections on Americanism"

Billie 2022-03-24 09:02:34

Reflections on Americanism

is the film!

The story of the film doesn't really matter. The important thing is, who are you?

The American Emperor, who has been reduced to a cruel and evil place, rewarding the most superficial, stupid, mean and noisy people, has lost any common sense of etiquette!
They are shameless, they have no right or wrong! The worst quality of human beings, yet to be admired and praised!
As long as you can make money, any act of deception and spreading fear can be done! American imperialism has been reduced to a hate-spreading country full of slogans and evil words!
They have lost their mercy, they have lost their soul! When they push the weak in the society to the front and are ridiculed to satisfy their own entertainment, what have they become?



So there are so many school shootings, the Batman 3 premiere shooting, and the recent Boston bombing!
Are these really, really all brainwashed by so-called terrorist organizations? Isn't it because the social foundation has been eroded by termites, and the tall buildings are not built?



But, on the other hand, from this crazy angle, it is possible to realistically demonize the reality of the American dream. Isn't it a sincere introspection and a driving force for progress?
Looking back at that idiot spot on Steven's talent show, isn't it our previous (sheep tone?)? ? ?



Finally, after the gunshots stopped, I thought maybe Frank just fell asleep on the couch, what to do after a dream of Huang Liang!
After all, the United States still has such future warrior guardians!

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God Bless America quotes

  • Frank: I wish I was a super-genius inventor and could come up with a way to make a telephone into an explosive device that was triggered by the American Superstarz voting number. The battery could explode and leave a mark on the face, so I could know who to avoid talking to before they even talked.

  • Frank: I am offended. Not because I got a problem with bitter, predictible, whining millionaire disc jockeys complaining about celebrities or how tough their life is, while I live in an apartment with paper-thin walls next to a couple of Neanderthals who, instead of a baby, decided to give birth to some kind of nocturnal civil defense air raid siren that goes off every fucking night like it's Pearl Harbor.