Got into another fight today over the greatest movie ever made.

Citizen Kane, Gone With the Wind, On the Waterfront, The Godfather, et al.

IÂ’m sorry. There all fine films and everything, but the greatest movie ever made is fucking Borat. ItÂ’s a goddamned masterwork. Anyone who canÂ’t see that is too stupid to debate with.

Case closed.

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Alerted to a forgotten state ban, Philadelphia authorities have closed at least 16 storefront fortune-tellers.

This is beautiful. And they never saw it coming? I go off on this a few times a year because I canÂ’t believe the nitwits who fall for this shit.

Alerted to an obscure state law banning fortune-telling "for gain or lucre," the city's Department of Licenses and Inspections is closing storefront psychics, astrologers, phrenologists and tarot-card readers who charge money for their services.

I guess it’s cool if you’re not in it for the lucre. Can someone please explain to me why these “psychics” can’t pick red or black in a casino? Why they can’t pick the powerball numbers? Why they can’t pick a winning stock? Why don’t they live in Vegas and sit in the sports book all day? Oh wait, I think I know why. Because they’re crackpots, mental deficients, frauds, swindlers or any combination thereof.

Most so-called psychics, he said, "are not little old ladies with kerchiefs on their heads" but clever con artists capable of stealing large sums - even life savings - from grieving or otherwise vulnerable people.

No shit? ThereÂ’s a palm reader on my way home from work and the parking lot is always full.

One guy they interviewed had this to say:

"They're discriminating against Gypsies," he said, although he said he was born and raised in Philadelphia. Finally, he noted that critics "considered that Jesus was a psychic, a fortune-teller, and they crucified him."

I don’t see the parallel. On this one I’m going to have to say…crackpot. No—mental deficient. Hell, I’m not sure.

But there was a time when Will and I told fortunes on our respective blogs. Go ahead; ask us a question about the future. WeÂ’re at your disposal. WeÂ’re okay because weÂ’re not accepting lucre.

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