Ingram and the village chieftain fell in love... Ingram had him fly to NY with her...
"To hell with his immigration status, mama!" said Ingram over the phone to her mama... "we'll get married and he'll be fine... half of New york city is in the country illegally, who else is going to wash our dishes?"
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It is no surprise that Western audiences, American, Western European, South Korean, Japanese, in short, anything we think of as Western, probably including Russia too, is prone to watching movies with ridiculous and moronic amounts of violence.... often morbidly glorifying violence to the extent of dedicating hours and hours of real time and television to TV shows about violence and violence related matter... any thinking person can see that this is a laughing-stock and an unflattering representation of weakness and brute-being amongst those races that prefer this kind of culture. Yet others would argue that sterile-ly watching violence and sex on television, without actually partaking in them, was more advanced than societies with greater real violence that might have less violence on TV (as is the case in communist China and parts of Africa).
Yet others would argue that morbid fascination with violence in the 'arts' was par-for-the-course for non-vegetarians as it was a manifestation of their already existent stasis of blood-lust and murder (of animals for satiety of the tongue and stomach)....
Ingram was not a vegetarian, and the village chieftain, as we already know, was a practiced killer who killed as a natural manifestation of his own culture, many generations old, for the sake of ritual sacrifice to the Gods.
This is the story of Ingram and the village chieftain's love affair and eventual decay into cold-hearted, bloodthirsty serial killers...
(insert striking Law and Order double-note sounds here.)
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