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I harbor deep seeded prejudice against a group of people that inhabit our world. For reasons I cannot explain, I find their proximity unsettling. On an almost subconscious level I find them shifty, untrustworthy and suspect them of deviant and criminal behavior. And although I don't know why it is, all I know is that I'm not alone. Like many others out there, every part of my blonde haired, blue eyed D.N.A. is coded to distrust the very sight of them. These people are of course, redheads.

To my knowledge I've never been wronged but a ginge, nonetheless, I'd never turn my back on one. The media is rife with examples.

David Caruso, with his slow, meandering delivery of lines. Like his words are designed to distract you whilst his mind is busy mentally filleting you and making earrings of your eyeballs. His anemic and slightly underweight, yet somehow paunchy form suggests his victims would me small. Like children.


The bloodnut indy actor Eric Stoltz, nutmegging across movie screens. His standout and defining creepy performance; The Butterfly Effect. In which he plays an alcoholic, incestuous pedophile. A performance that, in light of his phenotype, seemed too believable. The character fit him like a single, sequined glove.


And I ask you which movie villains are scarier?

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Redheads, they're like a sleeper-cell version of clowns.