It strikes me (hah, see what I did there) that if we really gave a shit about ending domestic violence that we wouldn’t be the least bit fucking concerned about “shocking” the audience.  

The audience, in my opinion, needs a good fucking shock.

Sooo…when the next Ice Age makes us it’s fur-bikini-wearing bitch, what do we get to do with the Algore?  

Pull down his pants, paint his shriveled winkie blue, and introduce him to Antarctica?  

Lock him in a very tiny room with a very hungry Tipper?

Cut him into tiny pieces, whip up eleventy million cassoulets, and feed the entire third world?

So many options…

Worship whoever you want, but you’d better watch your fucking mouth.

Nine Muslim passengers were kicked off a flight from Washington, D.C., to Florida after other passengers reported hearing a suspicious remark about airplane security.

AirTran Airways spokesman Tad Hutcheson called the incident on the New Year’s Day flight from Reagan National Airport to Orlando, Fla., a misunderstanding, but defended the company’s response. He said the airline followed federal rules and did nothing wrong.

One of the Muslim passengers, Kashif Irfan, told The Washington Postthe confusion began when his brother was talking about the safest place to sit on an airplane.

“My brother and his wife were discussing some aspect of airport security,” Irfan said. “The only thing my brother said was, ‘Wow, the jets are right next to my window.’”

Irfan told the newspaper he thought he and the others were profiled because of their appearance. The men had beards and the women wore headscarves, traditional Muslim attire.

Newsflash:  I COMPLETELY SUPPORT racial profiling.  It worked just fine for years, neatly snaring criminal assholes of ALL shades, until the Fucking Hippies decided it was MEAN, and we Evil Whities shouldn’t do that anymore.  *petulant foot stomp*  

Newsflash the Second:  To whomever might be thinking of premiering 9/11: The Sequel, listen to your Aunt Liberty Girl here…that thing’s going to bomb like an angst-filled Palestinian teenager with manipulative lifetime-membership-in-Hamas parents.  Your audience is much less gullible these days, much more ready to gang-tackle your nihilistic ass, then spend the time before landing inventing interesting things to do with a seatbelt and your left testicle.  So, just take the studio’s money and head for some place populated by camel spiders and scorpions.  It’ll be healthier.