Three visions of all-consuming hell
A boat, a flick, a reality show. Is it the apocalypse? You wish.
By Mark Morford
Let me confess one thing right off: these are easy.
The following examples hover out there like bacon-flavored puppies, like low-hanging fruit for very lazy bats, all waiting to be effortlessly prodded with the stick of wanton mockery, like so much intellectual road kill, like so many squished squirrels on the cracked highway of life. This much I happily acknowledge.
Nevertheless, this column has always firmly believed that it is only through our shared humor, dismay and general cringing revulsion when faced with such happy cultural detritus that we are better able to come together as a people, to unite and laugh, to remove all our clothing and writhe around in the divine mud bath of enlightenment and progress. We're all in this together, I always say. Well, not really. But let's just go with it.
Let us begin... ...
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