Random Thought Of The Day #612

Day 612

If I have to hear the word Predator one more god damn time and it's not referring to an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie (or a really shitty Danny Glover movie... seriously... who thought that was a good idea?) about fighting aliens in the fucking jungle, I'm going to start hunting motherfuckers down and beat them to death with a baseball bat.

There... THAT is a Predator. The one that fucking hunts you. And when you're not expecting it, pops out of the god damn bushes and clubs you over the head before going to town with a knife.

A Predator actually recognizes that they're out to hurt or injure or take from someone with willful intent to cause harm. Within reasonable social norms of what "harm", "injure" or "hurt" means. Not your ridiculous bullshit "oh my god, someone brushed against me or tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention and I've been violated" definition.

Miscommunications does not make one a Predator. Accidental offenses does not make one a Predator. Unintentional violations of what you think is appropriate behavior, even though it's 27 steps away from the definition that the rest of the civilized world uses, does not make one a Predator.  Playing with or sleeping with a newbie, as long as there's been at least a little bit of statement of intent, does not make you a Predator. And even poor decision making does not make one a Predator.

Any or all of the above might make you an idiot, or even a bit of a douche. But it does NOT make anyone a Predator.

So will everyone stop throwing that god damn word around and diluding the meaning of it? Cause the more you fucking idiots use it wrong, and the more you use it to just describe behavior that you might not approve of in your own little heads, the more you make the term meaningless.

Fuck, now I really want to watch the first Predator movie again.

And for the record... Adrian Brody is totally NOT a badass enough to be in a Predator movie unless he's getting fucking slaughtered at the beginning or is the whiny bitch that the real badasses are hired to save. There is no way that I could take that lanky fuck seriously as an "action movie" guy.

The only thing that could have redeemed that movie is if, right at the end, when he hops on that ship, Arnold is there and punches him in the face and says "get the fuck off my ship, you skinny pussy" and leaves his ass on that other planet.