OH FUCK ME YES! ‘Gordon Ramsey’s US Kitchen Nightmares’ is back. England’s famous gestalt ‘fuck’ chef is back terrorising podgy, lazy US restaurant owners. It was so nice after watching Mr Schuster’s earlier sweat sentiment that he, ‘couldn’t crush the Glee Club kids dreams.’ Screw that mush Schooy do it; crush them till the last drop of dream blood has left their young firm thirty-year-old bodies. Chainsaw their frontal cortex till all they have left is plain, stark, painful reality. Watch Gordon’s victims and see where their dreams will get them, one foot in the bankruptcy court and the other in la la land. Tonight’s restaurant owner couldn’t make the light-speed jump to reality, his ego, in a death struggle with Gordon, could only offer him the limp threat of a swamp burial. It lost and ran away. It will no doubt return refreshed and living on some distant planet orbiting Uranus. No, dreams are mostly beguiling monsters unless, that is, they inform your actions in the present moment and the next. I’m guessing The American Dream was like that to begin with; practice, play and work hard now and just maybe you’ll get somewhere, but maybe now it’s a little ahead of itself, just dream and it’ll happen. Dream of running a restaurant and, when it hits the skids, consider, ‘do I invite Mr Schuster or Gordon? You decide.
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