Yeah what. Return of the King was like a freight train of Santa Claus delivering the hot bomb treats of the December month. That and, it was like a freight train of vengeance/violence in the true "my soul will not rest till i have purged thee from the earth, nemesis" style.
So that is my slightly more interrupting, extended-er rave review on the destined fruitful finale of the Lord of the Rings epic. Speaking of epics, road rage incidents on the perilous route home on I-40 make me want to swear a blood vengeance to slaughter all alcoholic mexican pickup truck drivers. A blood vengeance to kill...with precision and skill.
Or maybe I just shouldn't sweat it, since I won't need to drive for the next couple months. Besides, the Army will teach me to suppress all my emotions, perhaps including or excluding anger. Either way...if taking a life ever becomes an imminent destiny for me, it'll be like...a cool and calculated kill...or "A Man Apart" type merciless beating to death. I gotta slay...I mean say...um...merry christmas! Holiday cheer all around!