What do you expect when you cut down a race or religion of people in a mad dash at sudden psychosis? I used to adore Mel Gibson, but now I look at him and I feel the same gross, sick feeling as I did when I looked at Bill Clinton (and that's pretty gross).
Mel, I liked you better when you were making shoot'em up cop movies. They had style, they had class, and you were both handsome and funny. Now, ever since Braveheart--and you did look very nice in that kilt-you've gone a little off your rocker and I'm so very sad to see it happen.
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