Can I Really Be The Victim?
OMG, Tarantino is fucking brilliant. Now I wish I had written this post a few hours earlier. But this way you’ll get a longer version, so all’s good.
As any good satiricist Tarantino isn’t afraid to take shots at anybody, even himself. Remember him in From Dusk Till Dawn, directed by his pal Robert Rodriguez? Fantasizing about Juliette Lewis asking him to lick her pussy? He wrote the script and made himself a dork. Or Planet Terror, also by Rodriguez?
I’m a wigger, he’s a wigger, she’s a wigger, we some wiggers, don’t you wanna be a woman too?
And yes, I totally understand how badly I got owned tonight. But as they say, it takes a thief to catch a villain to write a villain.
I hear Six Days in Fallujah is having trouble getting published. I wonder how a game where you play Native Americans fighting the colonialists would sell. Or even one where you play the colonialist side. I bet Tarantino would be able to appreciate the irony in that.

