If your Ford had a Matthew McConaughey, it would be a Lincoln

He is a loathsome, offensive brute...

I sense great vulnerability. A man-child crying out for love, an innocent orphan in the postmodern world.

I see a parasite. A sexually depraved miscreant, who is seeking only to gratify his basest and most immediate urges.


Grody and unattractive, yet I detect a nobility of attitude, and unwavering loyalty; much like a Saint Bernard.

He’s a creature barely hanging on to existence; like a cockroach clinging to a sewer grate.

His struggle is man’s struggle. He lifts my spirit.

He is a loathsome, offensive brute, yet I can’t look away. He transcends time and space. He sickens me. I love it.

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