Welcome to the city of monsters, come on in!
The reality: Rudy Giuliani rounded the homless people and hookers up, floated them out into Hudson Bay on barges, and then sunk them. Huge swaths of the city have been turned into America's fatass version of Tokyo. Giant HDTV screens blast ads 24/7, corporate outlets have nestled in to real estate formerly leased by pawn shops and XXX theaters, and the sidewalks are awash in glandular cases from Wisconsin wearing khaki shorts. The gangs and giant monsters might have been a more noble end.
Evil boardrooms are the most unpredictable and deadly place in the world.
The reality: Having not been exposed to many evil board meetings I don't have a lot to go on. That said, Karl Rove doesn't really look all that tough, I've never read about an OPEC summit ending with decapitated bodies on the floor, and I am pretty sure I could kick George Tenet's ass. And what about the Nazis? Those guys looked like the kids from the computer club dressed up in the uniforms their moms made for their YouTube science fiction movie.
I have a feeling evil boardrooms are just like regular boardrooms: ruled by an alpha male and an assortment of middle managers that failed upwards. Come to think of it, that's even more sinister.
The Amazonians value combat prowess and purity of spirit. By wrestling half naked, they pay homage to both virtues by displaying their battle-forged bodies while preserving as much modesty as their society deems necessary. The gelatin in which they wrestle is symbolic of the fluid nature of battle, a concept the Amazonians call ‘akgor-gra.’
Pros: Much more comfortable than my last toilet seat, which was a transparent resin with seashells embedded inside. The outer layer wore off from friction, exposing the sharp jagged edges of the seashells, which were constantly scrapping my backside and causing major cuts and open sores.
It is said the Lord did write upon the sky, "Only the Most Awful shall be cataloged herein." And a wind did come and blow away the words and turn them into a skull. And the writers did fall upon their knees and give thanks, for yea, the Most Awful was good. Thus the lists were born. Read them, sons and daughters, and be strong.