Fuck you too, Variety

The anal-breathed sperm-garglers at Variety are loathsome toadies and degenerate assclowns. Ah, but you already knew that.

One of their brightest stars dies and the only coverage from Variety is a bum-buddy photograph of twin sacks-of-shite Michael "Is-My-Gut-Hiding-My-Pinky-Sized-Penis-Yet?" Moore and his grimacing sidekick, Harvey "Please-Sir-May-I-Hold-More-Of-Moore's-Steaming-Stool?" Weinstein.

The only mention of Reagan is in reference to Kerry.

So the next time any you see an actor/director/producer, please ask them to Assume The Position™. (Standing at parade rest, hands behind back, eyes closed, and patiently waiting for your knee to make sudden impact with their groin.) Then politely tell them that kick in the nuts was courtesy Johnny Knuckles. They'll know what you're talking about.

What these narcissists don't seem to understand is that all the ideologies opposed by Reagan & Co. are embraced by the lower bowel tract parasites who want to see these gibbering skullfucks dead.

For the love of everyfuckingthing holy, how can we give these clapped-out pederasts, orphan fondlers and kiddie touchers what they really want without flushing the entire society down the toilet?