I remember that one time [Romanian dictator Nicolae Ceaușescu] visited an apple orchard. The president of the co-operative declared that he had the biggest production of apples in the orchard’s history and when Ceausescu decided to control it, he asked his employees to tie apples in the trees, so the first 3 rows of trees would have lots of apples. And this was not a one-of-a-kind situation. The farms did the same as cows, pigs, sheeps were moved from a place to another depending on Ceausescu’s controls.
I may have fucked up my life flatter’n hammered shit, but I stand here before you today beholden to no human cocksucker, and holdin’ a workin’ fuckin’ gold claim, and not the U.S. government tellin’ me I’m trespassin’, or the savage fuckin’ red man or any of these other limber-dick cocksuckers passin’ themselves off as prospectors had better try and stop me.
I’d be remiss not to link this wonderful tribute to Edgar Wright.
While it’s more than a little reductive to throw all “”American”” comedies under the bus to make the point, I do more than agree that Edgar Wright gets visual comedy on a level that few of his peers—nationality notwithstanding—aren’t comprehending, let alone rivaling.
Far as my own taste runs, yeah, the man’s a bit of a genius.