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In addition, violence in the average "entertainment" movie has reached its apogee. No matter on any level can be dealt with without kicking in the jaw and firing machine guns. Even the new Messiah smashes the computer Pharisees, accumulating the qualities of Rambo and Bruce Lee (Matrix). In kick-boxing, perhaps, is the only hope for the future of the mortal universe and the next: the archangels and devils in the Army of God also pound faith into each other's heads with the methods of Shaolin Monastery alumni. Perhaps there is indeed method in this madness? Maybe it's worth signing up for a course, so that later, with one kick in the cheap cologne-stained fat ass, you can send someone all the way to Cyprus?
Meanwhile, the 20th century is dying out without even whining. There is no more entertainment or meaning of life. Cinema is over (dumb and derivative movies, audiences boorish and voracious). In addition, the next Bond is rumored to be a negro! Television is over (commercials for various elegantly packaged crap rape our eyes and ears). Music is over (rumbles, rasps, gibberish). Fashion makes one shudder in horror and disgust (nails in noses). Quasi-television screens connected to mysterious boxes supervise our lives. Whole battalions of hunchbacked and blinkered apes surf the Internet. The shortest way to the human heart (?) is no longer through the stomach, but through the computer. In it, we are reduced to (dot-coms) and locked in cyberspace until someone presses the enter key because he "likes to read our letters." There is no love anymore. It loses to technology or zoophilia. Safe walks in the city and neighborhoods are over (aggressive simpletons play Steven Seagal). Apartment blocks are beginning to resemble fortresses with intercoms and inoperable digital locks. The lepers are reaching for power. The fate of all mankind is in the hands of fools, warned Greg Lake in Epitaph. It seems that an exceptionally good astrologer worked at the Crimson King's castle.
