Sucks Redux
Now that Mel Gibson's latest movie seems to have lost steam, I think it would be a good time to remind my readers that In Sequence is one of the top destinations for "Mel Gibson Sucks" searches.
There was brief period this summer when In Sequence was in the #2 spot on Google for "Mel Gibson Sucks" searches but sadly that was not to last. It appears the Mel Gibson Sucks search space is a highly competitive one and it would be folly for anyone to assume they could stay on top for long.
Nonetheless, here is a review of this blog's top Mel Gibson Sucks offerings:
The worst intentions
This was my first foray into the Mel Gibson Sucks content space. In addition to the pleasing graphic, I give a brief recap of Gibson's history with gays and lesbians. Recently, Wired touched on the same subject in a nice overview called "Apocalypto: Myths and Facts":
MYTH: Mel Gibson is a homo.
FACT: Mel Gibson directs movies about mostly-naked men smeared in oil and blue paint who often run really fast so we can see their muscles flex or bend over and show off their ass cracks. Source: Apocalypto.
Have we all been blind? I feel I broke new ground in Mel Gibson Sucks searches with this entry, which provides concrete evidence of the largely unexplored Mel Gibson/Evil Bert connection.
This summer, during the heyday of my #2 position in Mel Gibson Sucks search results, I surprised myself by feeling a brief moment of sympathy for him. Gibson had just been arrested for drunk driving, and the press was going wild with it.
As I considered the pain Gibson was most likely going through, I turned to the Cute-Little-Red-Headed-Girlfriend and asked, "I wonder what Mel Gibson is doing right now?" We both looked northward towards Malibu, pensive.
After a minute of quiet contemplation, we both suddenly realized there was no need to worry ourselves any further. We knew exactly what Mel Gibson was doing right then. He was sucking.

You are The Devil
I was a featured guest on my friend Joe's podcast this past week. In this edition, Joe is very depressed about the state of the world and he's looking for me to cheer him up. Let me tell you, if you think anything I say is going to cheer you up, you are in a very dire situation indeed. Nonetheless, I do try to shake him out of it, sharing my new and brilliant idea to replace all the cars in Los Angeles with litters. You can