Bobcat Goldthwait's 'God Bless America': Finally, a Movie for ME

I don't know how fortuitous things like this happen, but today I was sitting, lonely and sad, on my ugly couch, lamenting how fucked up the world is, how much I hate living in it, and how terrible this season of "Bad Girls Club" has turned out to be.

I was thinking about how even though I have health insurance I can't really afford the root canal my dentist claims I need, but that since going to the doctor is like going to the mechanic, you just have to "believe" everything your doctor tells you. Even when your psychiatrist tells you that the problem isn't the world, it's YOU because you need electro shock therapy, there's something in the back of your mind that wants to believe it is actually the world because FUCK THE WORLD.

And then I see this trailer for and I know that the only person in the world that I can be completely positive is aware of my feelings is Bobcat Goldthwait. This is the trailer for his new comedy "God Bless America" in which a man who has had enough teams up with a 16-year-old girl who has had enough and they shoot everyone who fucking deserves to die:

With all the major disappointments in recent years with horror films that try to take a political stance and fail miserably due to the incompetence of the filmmaker ("Red State," "Undocumented") it's good to see something that combines the anger of "Falling Down" with the social parody of "Idiocracy" in a way that expresses how terribly terribly unhappy most Americans are with the way media, corporations, and corrupt politics and religion have turned our nation into a fucking circus.

I will see this movie and I will do everything to promote other people seeing it because it isn't about Katherine Heigl and her insulting romances with men or about a football team that believes in themselves even though no one on the team can fucking read.

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