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Thank You for Smoking

(2005)

You know how those TheTruth.com commercials are so fucking irritating and queer that they even make people in iron lungs want to chain smoke a pack of non-filtered? Well this is almost as bad. The whole point of this flick is how evil the people who make cigarettes are, like they're going door-to-door and forcing people to smoke at gunpoint or something. Here's an idea, crybabies: if you don't like smoking, don't smoke. How hard is that? Of course these clowns don't see it that way. In fact, according to this movie, kidnapping, attempted murder, and stabbing people in the back are all okay, as long as you don't sell them cigarettes. As if that isn't twisted enough, they also act like guns, booze, fast food, oil, and nuclear power are bad too. I guess if the people who made this had their way we'd all be commuting like six hours on our Segways, then sitting in the dark starving to death until some hooligans broke in and raped and murdered our families because we didn't have any way to defend ourselves. Then, when the nightmare was finally over, we couldn't even drown our sorrows by getting drunk. The goddamn liberals are always trying to force their opinions on everybody; well, liberals, you know who else didn't smoke or drink or eat fast food? Hitler. The worst part though is the story; the main guy is supposed to be all clever and shit, but he gets brought down by the oldest trick in the book- pussy. This is just sheer fucking idiocy from start to finish. I need a cigarette.


 

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