Wahlau eh! Blimey! Except for "supporting fanatical beliefs", I'll fail everything of that fcuking big list of control freakery thought police "Section 2.1.1 of the new LPF religious guidelines", filmmaking or not.
I would have considered a film about a gender ambidextrous politician caught with his sarong down who was destined to become the president of a country. He had to get out of the predicament, of, on the one hand, being blackmailed by a foreign power or two, and on the other, a bunch of those he had indulged in arse-bonking with.
He sensed he was about to be exposed. The CIA confirmed that. The Chinese secret service confirmed that. The Singapore secret service confirmed that. The politician had no idea who among all who knew about his indulgence was going to go to town with that bit of information. None of his arse-bonking buddies could be trusted either.
Then a stranger steps in. A lesbian hitperson with both a penis and a vag. She/he/it offers to do a hit job on all who knew the sordid side of the politician with the personality carefully and methodically crafted by his handler wife. "She" is actually a man dressed as a Catholic nun. She holds a killer weapon, a fan for when the brown stuff flies in her/his direction.
The clock is ticking fast, little time is left before the announcement in a couple days by a one-eyed one-legged iman the politician is to become the president of Moronesia. Most of the presidents and prime ministers the world over will be present for the big day. So will be the arse-bonking partners and other arse-bonker admirers of the politician.
The politician quickly accepts the hit job by the assassin Martha Harry, everyone who "knows" was to be eliminated.
Then news came in from the ever-awake ever-vigilant Singapore secret police, a number of hit jobs have been taken out on the politician. The orders were all made by the politician's partners pissed off that their sport activities with the politician and their identities will be revealed.
There's will be a lot of hits, and, after my draft has gone to the polisher and makeover artists I hope my story would also be a hit. Subject to a lot of things and the now "extended" censorship, of course.
Well, if you've followed my drift this far you'll work out my concerns, principally if I'll ever pass the thought police. After I've gone through the grammar police...
Meanwhile, fcuk the control freaks. And fcuk the censors.
Wahlau eh! Blimey! Except for "supporting fanatical beliefs", I'll fail everything of that fcuking big list of control freakery thought police "Section 2.1.1 of the new LPF religious guidelines", filmmaking or not.
I would have considered a film about a gender ambidextrous politician caught with his sarong down who was destined to become the president of a country. He had to get out of the predicament, of, on the one hand, being blackmailed by a foreign power or two, and on the other, a bunch of those he had indulged in arse-bonking with.
He sensed he was about to be exposed. The CIA confirmed that. The Chinese secret service confirmed that. The Singapore secret service confirmed that. The politician had no idea who among all who knew about his indulgence was going to go to town with that bit of information. None of his arse-bonking buddies could be trusted either.
Then a stranger steps in. A lesbian hitperson with both a penis and a vag. She/he/it offers to do a hit job on all who knew the sordid side of the politician with the personality carefully and methodically crafted by his handler wife. "She" is actually a man dressed as a Catholic nun. She holds a killer weapon, a fan for when the brown stuff flies in her/his direction.
The clock is ticking fast, little time is left before the announcement in a couple days by a one-eyed one-legged iman the politician is to become the president of Moronesia. Most of the presidents and prime ministers the world over will be present for the big day. So will be the arse-bonking partners and other arse-bonker admirers of the politician.
The politician quickly accepts the hit job by the assassin Martha Harry, everyone who "knows" was to be eliminated.
Then news came in from the ever-awake ever-vigilant Singapore secret police, a number of hit jobs have been taken out on the politician. The orders were all made by the politician's partners pissed off that their sport activities with the politician and their identities will be revealed.
There's will be a lot of hits, and, after my draft has gone to the polisher and makeover artists I hope my story would also be a hit. Subject to a lot of things and the now "extended" censorship, of course.
Well, if you've followed my drift this far you'll work out my concerns, principally if I'll ever pass the thought police. After I've gone through the grammar police...
Meanwhile, fcuk the control freaks. And fcuk the censors.