Of course, we do not care about the domestic destruction of Hollywood creatures, and naturally wish all misfortune fall upon them. May the gods and the fates curse them, even their comic collections!
But the rise and fall of Brad Pitt is instructive. Maybe someone has already written about “red pill” lessons for sex-deprived young men at the neo-masculinity sites. I can’t check this, as increasing numbers of these sites are being blocked by censor software that community center libraries here now have, centers that I visit to write my bullshit. So, for the future I will need to get my own internet rather than freeload. Make file note; get some more weight plates too, so I do not have to go to the gym in town and be made ill by inter-racial couplings. There is enough of that at the college in New York.
Anyway, Pitt is going through divorce from Angelina Jolie, who once had a reputation for wanting sex with lots of people, like the entire world and sex as weird as fuck:
He looks like being wiped out financially and it shows on his face: http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/brad-pitt-cuts-slimmer-figure-10136192. Personally, if he starves to death, I will have an even bigger steak for my next meal, washed down with a cold beer. Then, a big serve of apple pie and ice cream.
From doing a great movie, Fight Club (1999), he seems to have spent the rest of his career making up for it with over-the top pc movies. Time, I think, for him to realize that the world his friends have created, is the pitts: