We all have movies, books or songs that are stand-out examples of their medium, that there was something in them that just blew you the fuck away and you thought it was the shizzle. Unfortunately for the world for many angry socially-odd whities such moments were achieved in reading Ayn Rand.
For me one stand-out was the sketch movie Amazon Women on the Moon. A collection of live-action comedy bits loosely strung together as if they were appearing as a broadcast on late-night television with a supposed viewer flipping channels.
I loved the concept of the movie. I loved the acting. I loved the comedy. I loved the disparate nature of the bits. I just loved it.
This bit is a particular favourite; blacks without soul. I was reminded of it tonight as I strode upon the world like a colossus, mounted on my steam-punk giant penny-farthing robot that crushed all my enemies beneath its massively over-sized wheel (1). Indeed, so loud was my steam-hissing mega machine of death I was unable to hear the cries of my opponents and the lamentation of their women.
I use my Beloved, my Toshiba tablet, to screen out the discomfort of cycling-like exercise and my preferred AV induced soma-coma is The Daily Show. On the episode I saw tonight they made light of the fact that the crowds at Romney's events were almost universal in one ethnicity, labelling the crowd 'Fifty shades of white'.
Anyway, Amazon Women on the Moon. Worth checking out. Most of it is on YouTube.