Frankly, at this point I always assume that a given American mainstream public figure holds abhorrent views. Sometimes I get pleasantly surprised, but not as often as I’d like.

It’s worth noting that the book Joker grows out of his obedience to the empire and gets to know and relate to the people he has come to Vietnam to kill. The movie doesn’t explore the second book of the duology (despite borrowing some imagery from it), where the consequences of serving the empire come back to bite Joker in the ass and, ostensibly, make him a better person.

All in all, I like the books a whole lot better.

It’s a really interesting time period, and it’s such a shame that the game turned out to be an utter garbage.

Thank you, I’ve almost retched at the idea.

The tea is absolutely the superior drink.

Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.