As I am sitting here proof reading my last blog post, Cartoon Network is playing adult swim behind me. All of a sudden I hear "Could it be that he loves me because I look like Kikuy?" and that loudest SEX MOAN I have ever heard. "He was in love with her, and yet she shot him with an arrow and hung him in a tree. That poor guy. She didn't retrun his feelings. She didn't love him in return. SHE DIDN'T LOVE HIM!" And the whole time there is B rated porno music with a slight japanese twang playing in the background. Bow chicka bow bow... bling! Bow chicka bow bow... BONG.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! And people WORSHIP this shit? I have come to the conclusion that anyone who attends anime conventions, writes anime fanfic, takes on japanese pseudonyms, and tries to learn japanese from home is a pathetic hopeless retard. I know someone like that. She writes anime fanfic that consists of sword fighting and man on man butt loving and calls it ART. Yeah, I can write about Yoshimitsu and Bo Chin humping each other up the ass while fighting kung fu masters to the death with ancient japanese magic cards in the middle of a mystical countryside engulfed in flames and overtaken with dragons while talking about the need to go forth and destroy every demon with the jewel shards lest they will emerge from the darklands and join the evil shoalin priestess on a quest to recover the shattered remains of what once was the legacy of honor and disgrace it with the blood of the forsaken. Or some shit. It isn't art. It's pathetic.
Just so you know...
mandispeaks
13 years ago
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