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Our Current EconomyHere's a quote I read on IMDb today from the illustrious Muscles from Brussels ...
"I love animals. I have nine dogs and a kitty. My biggest orgasm - not in a sexual way - is to walk with my dogs on the beach. In Belgium we have these wide sidewalks. You feel like you're on the Planet Moon, and I can make them feel like movie stars."
Just thought I'd share a fun quote ...
Well, the Cubs let me down again. At least they got it over with quick and didn't tease us like 2003. I would be disappointed, maybe even angry, but it's the friggin' Cubs--what could one expect? So I have decided to renounce my membership in the Cubs fan club and announce that I am coming out of the closet….AS A CHICAGO WHITE SOX FAN!
Well, we done fucked up. A generation of American children raised on using cheat codes to complete their favorite paramilitary side scrolling Nintendo games realizes that they can't blow on the cartridge of the economy hard enough to make it work. At this point we've done everything but unplug the unit and the screen is still frozen as our characters are in mid-jump. Not even jamming on the reset button works…banks are failing at a rate of 1 per day, and merging into each other. Eventually, every bank will be merged into one, all encompassing banking behemoth, which be tamed by the lash of government oversight. I was wondering what we could call this financial juggernaut, but it seems all the good names are taken--'Unibank', 'Megabank', even the ominous and eponimous 'The Bank' (Just do a google search to verify, all the names are taken). So what would you call this all encompassing banking giant? Because soon we are gonna need a name that is ominous and poweful...
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1. Welder – Yup, welders. You wouldn’t think welders could be more in demand than they are right now. You would be wrong. Showers of sparks are the backbone of the grim industrial tone that permeates any post apocalyptic neighborhood. Showers of sparks that only be provided by your local welders union.
2. Tattoo Artists- Well, you just survived living in a bunker for 3 months waiting for the radiation to reach a tolerable level or for the virus to kill off all its hosts. The next step isn’t searching for supplies or restoring basic utilities. No way—it’s getting inked up, motherfucker. Because when humans start to rebuild, the Leadership Hierarchy will be determined by the quantity of ink lodged in your dermis. (On a side note, I find it funny to see how immaculately groomed this person is...for being some broad who is supposed to be tough as nails she obviously spent a long time at her hairdresser and manicurist).
3. Motorcycle Repair – By definition, every society post apocalypse has to have some crazy motorcyclists to harass intruders, jump stuff, and then wipe out in spectacular fashion. It seems to me that in reality most motorcyclists are pretty tough, while in the movies they are pantywaists who do nothing but get their asses kicked. Seriously, in the post apocalyptic world the motorcycle cavalry would lose to Glass Joe. It’s a good thing riders are retards and motorcycles don’t fix themselves. So, if you are well versed in motorcycle repair, you will never want for work.
5. Cockroaches. Fuck you Neil Marshall. 
