Ugh. That's how every story on Nancy Grace should begin, owing to her detestable and repugnant nature. If goodness smelled like roses, Nancy Grace would smell like a Magnum condom dredged from the bottom of a cistern in a Mumbai sewage treatment plant.

Grace has made her entire career out of loud mouthing her way through tragedy at the expense of good sense and tact. She doesn't care if she's right, or if she has all the facts, as long as she can sensationalize something terrible and get people to listen to her shrill caterwauling long enough to justify the network cutting her a paycheck. In a more perfect world, they'd simply toss her a raw steak and lock her back in the enclosure with the other shaven apes, but life isn't fair, so here we are.

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"When we dated, Nancy had the worst ass beard."

In a stunning and gut-churning twist, there was a time when Nancy Grace was an actual legal professional. People's fates were partially in her hands for real, and not just as a result of her slinging blame like so much poop on her nauseating television shows. Fortunately for us, her shittier nature put a swift end to her legal career, as she had convictions overturned thanks to her withholding evidence and playing "fast and loose" with facts. So basically the shit she does on TV now is the shit she did in courtrooms when she was a lawyer -- she's a scumbag liar who prejudges people based on her ass-brained understanding of the situation.

I'll give Nancy the benefit of the doubt these days when it comes to trolling -- either what she's doing is willful trolling or she's electrodes-in-the-urethra-to-celebrate-Arbor-Day insane. But her mean-spiritedness makes me feel like this isn't mental illness, just twatishness. She's a twat.

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"I'll see you next Tuesday. Get it? Get it!?"

During the Elizabeth Smart case, Grace repeatedly called one suspect guilty on television when it turned out he wasn't. After the death of the Ultimate Warrior, Grace insinuated that his death was related to drugs, which it wasn't, along with the deaths of numerous other wrestlers who also hadn't been linked to drugs. This has been Grace's problem since she hatched from the pit -- she takes one potentially relevant assumption and rides it like a dying pony into the ground, regardless of whether there's any need for it. She's a reactionary, thoughtless slug of a human. If a bag of farts could wear blouses from Big Lots, it would be Nancy Grace.

Now, if we're being rational, we know that Grace actually graduated from law school, so technically she has to have at least some brains mixed in with the shit in her head, and that means she has at least a minimal understanding of the actual criminal justice system and the very basic, very easy to understand presumption of innocence. It's literally impossible for her to not be aware of it. And that means she's willingly and flagrantly ignoring it. And why? Because that gets her simian hide on the news and in social media. It's how she gets noticed. Otherwise she's just an irrelevant sack of poop with a terrible haircut. She's trolling for relevancy in a desperate attempt to maintain influence. She doesn't care about the people she pretends to be championing, and she couldn't give half a shit for justice. She wants to be seen, like the world's most foul stripper -- look at me and give me recognition and money. That's all. Fuck that filthy barnacle.

Is Michael Bay a legit filmmaker or a glorified monkey with a film camera and a penchant for titties and splosions? Is there necessarily a difference? Any forum on the Internet (known in some circles as the Hallowed Halls of Intellectualism) that discusses movies will endlessly debate the merits of Michael Bay's film history, and more often than not the decision will fall on the side of "shitastic." People love to hate Michael Bay movies, even though every Michael Bay movie has made more money than every other Michael Bay movie and we've all seen them.

The question now, in 2014, after a solid 20 years of Michael Bay movies, is how can you still believe he doesn't know what he's doing? Ever since Bad Boys in 1995, Bay has been criticized for his heavy reliance on explosions over dialogue and body counts of innocent bystanders in the dozens (if not hundreds) over any kind of accountability or responsibility for his central characters. He makes action movies that are built on a solid foundation of images that would flash through the head of a 15-year-old while he masturbates on a roller coaster in a thunderstorm.

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"There's something in my eye!"

Every new Bay movie is met with the same derision as his previous works. Just look at the animosity already directed toward his unreleased next feature, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which Bay is only producing, not directing. Fans have reacted in a way that suggests that Bay's influence has ruined the legacy of cartoon turtles that eat pizza and fight a big alien brain while receiving spiritual guidance from an elderly rat. No one can ruin that. That's the dumbest fucking sentence I have ever typed. Michael Bay could literally film himself fucking a real turtle with a nunchuck and it would be no less artistic than the source material. But the general consensus already is that Megan Fox was a terrible casting choice and the turtle effects look shitty. Because we've all seen bipedal man-turtles, and these ones don't live up to our expectations.

I would argue, after Transformers 2, in which a robot literally had low-hanging testicles that were visible on screen and noticed by all, that there is no way that Michael Bay is accidentally making bad movies. The movies he has directed have made over $4.6 billion worldwide. No one is $4.6 billion stupid. That's in defiance of nature and goodness. Michael Bay does what he does on purpose for $4.6 billion reasons. Everyone talks about his movies. Everyone goes to see them, and everyone bitches enough to make everyone who hasn't seen them take a look to see what the big deal is, and that roller coaster keeps thundering through the wank storm.

Nicolas Cage approaches every role the same way -- how wouldn't a real person tackle this situation? This is often executed on camera by a series of facial spasms to shame even Jim Carrey or a Tex Avery cartoon, as Cage contorts and tics his way through a serious of either unrestrained emotion or unpleasant bowel turmoil. This is the Nic Cage school of acting. Plus yelling. Try to yell in situations when things are tense. Make sure your eyes are big at the same time. Good stuff.

For a time Cage was considered a good actor (this was during the age of the aforementioned Leaving Las Vegas), and movies like Adaptation and The Rock were taken at face value and not particularly derided at all. Then a funny thing happened, which probably was Face/Off, owing to its overall box office status at the time and visibility as a bit of a bigger hit that really showcased Cage's over-the-top lunacy. This would feature heavily again in The Wicker Man and Ghost Rider. Any time Cage was required to play a role with a range of emotion, rather than a total straight man, he was all bug fuck insane.

As the movies piled up, on top of stories about Cage's personal problems like losing a fortune due to buying castles and first issue comic books, the backlash against Cage hit full swing. He was a dingus, a loser, and a poor actor. His legacy would be Ghost Rider 2, a laughable shitfest of flaming turds on bikes. Nic Cage sucked.

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"I am the Spirit of Vengeance! Zoom!"

But can that be so? Cage has been acting for over 30 years now; that's a hell of a long time. You know what other maniac has been acting that long? Gary Busey. If you think Gary Busey is honestly insane, you haven't been watching Gary Busey. This is all an act, for both men. For Cage, he simply stopped caring a few years back. He made a few goofball movies and they didn't go over well, and it became clear that he doesn't have the range to be everyone and everything on screen. Imagine Schwarzenegger trying to do Hamlet (Last Action Hero notwithstanding). Cage knows that. So he just fucks with his roles.

Look at who Cage is in his personal life. He buys castles and comic books. He's a supernerd who had access to super funds. How would any supernerd approach Hollywood action movies? They'd do just as ridiculous a job as Cage is doing, because that's what supernerds do. He needs money, so he half-asses his way through a film, pays some bills, buys a cool sword, gets Stan Lee's autograph and the first issue of The Incredible Hulk, and calls it a day. That's Nic Cage's life. He knows Season of the Witch is stupid, but he made millions for it. I would have done full frontal in Season of the Witch for half his salary and then told everyone about it afterward.

For a long time I was on the bandwagon of hating Justin Bieber because he comes across like a smug, reckless, thoughtless, selfish, dick-headed shit boy. And I'm sure that's true. But I have to wonder now if he just stumbled into that by accident or if it's a weirdly calculated adventure on his part.

Did you ever see the movie Surviving the Game with Ice-T? In the movie, Ice-T plays a homeless man who gets hunted for sport by a bunch of rich assholes who are apparently so jaded by life and how they're so rich and there's nothing new and exciting left for them that they hunt man for fun. I feel like this is Justin Bieber's world now, only instead of killing Ice-T, he just wants to kill tact and good taste. If he tried to kill Ice-T, I think Ice-T would literally rip him in half.

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"Do I look like the sort of man who wouldn't murder Justin Bieber?"

Pop stars in general are not living, breathing think tanks, and we're used to that. Everyone remembers how Jessica Simpson thought tuna was chicken because her brains get sleepy easily, and Britney Spears sharing her love of places overseas, like Canada, so it's not like Bieber is in a unique category when he talks about Anne Frank being a Belieber, or even when he opts to piss in a mop bucket when I guarantee there was a bathroom probably within 50 feet of where he was. But it's gotten beyond simply being a moron for Bieber and is fully in the realm of dickishness now. He speeds, he eggs people's houses, he gives the most arrogant and cocky deposition in the history of the legal profession, and apparently he recently got cussed out by someone's dad at Walmart for trashing the place. He trashed a Walmart and got told off by a middle-aged man. He's the villain from a 1980s teen dramedy.

I don't believe that Justin Bieber is secretly smart or Machiavellian or anything, but just look at this: In 2010, Bieber was accused of assaulting a 12-year-old at laser tag. The next year, he got pulled over after cutting off a highway patrol officer in traffic. That same year, he guest starred on CSI and apparently punched a craft services cake. He punched a fucking cake. The next year, he wore that hideous yellow hat in public and then tried to smuggle a monkey into Germany that he then abandoned in Europe. What kind of fucker abandons a monkey? The kind of fucker who never cared about that monkey to begin with. This is all for show.

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"Ya used me, Bieber! YA USED ME!"

If I had a monkey, I would drop kick the entire country of Germany off the goddamn map if they tried to take it away from me. Why? Because I have a heart, man. Bieber's whole shtick is an act. He spent his first five years as an androgynous teeny bopper wet dream, and now he's trying to make himself a bad boy through calculated and completely B.S. shenanigans because he's sick of being known as the world's richest pussy man. I would be, too, but I never would have established myself as the world's richest pussy man in the first place. And I would have fought for that monkey.

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