The Great Mel Gibson Automatic Threat Generator

July 12, 2010 in Commenter Help Required, evil

Oh, that Mel Gibson! HE’S A CARD, ISN’T HE? AHAHAHA. If he’s not punching a woman in the face while she’s holding a child, he’s threatening all sorts of evil nonsense to anyone that will listen, which includes police officers, people in bars, people in streets, people, beavers, people dressed as beavers, beavers dressed as people, circumcised men, women with hair, women generally, and children with or without arms. Everyone, really. I’m actually scared to answer my phone now, because I’m sure that I’m one of the few people he hasn’t threatened yet, and he’s got a big list, a long-distance calling card, and a lot of “issues” to work through.

I was originally going to do a Mel Gibson Bingo thing, where I would make a FANCY GRAPHIC filled with hate-words and angry thoughts, and we could all have fun crossing them off as Mel and his MOUTH OF EVIL worked his way through them over the next couple of years as he threatened or insulted billions more humans or animals, but I don’t have enough space and I’m afraid all the other words would fall off the front page, which is an awful thing to happen to a blog, so I decided to do a different thing and to get you all to help out with this different thing, which I think is better than me typing swearies into Photoshop. So I’ve taken stock of Mel, his current situation, the prevailing direction of the wind, and created The Mel Gibson Automatic Threat Generator™. Of course, it’s “automatic” from the point of view that you, faithful/drunk commenter, will create threats for Mel to use in the future. Like all machines involving curses, there have to be some rules but don’t cry, because these rules are more like guidelines, and because they’re more like guidelines, they should help you with creating some FANTASTIC Mel-Threats.

The Rules Guidelines

Each Melburst should ideally follow all or some of these:

The Location (Where you heard or saw it happen…)

The Method (Was Mel on the phone, instant messaging, shouting from a rooftop…)

The Threat (Punch, kick, strangle, gouge, poke, run over…)

The Target (the more innocent, or more surreal, the better…)

What The Target Was Carrying (or what was she doing…)

The Derogatory Term (bitch, whore, squid…)

The Irrational Hatred Towards A Group (n*****r, k**e, or whatever you can make up…)

So, here’s an example to get the Mel-ball rolling

“When I was walking my dog the other day, I saw Mel Gibson threatening to set fire to a blind woman carrying a kitten. Although he’d never met her before, it didn’t stop him calling her a n*****r-loving tampon-faced Jew, responsible for all the rain in the world.”

Or, of course, you can choose to not follow the rules guidelines and just let fly with your own Mel-brand of invectives. It’s really up to you! I’ll pick some winners later on today, or maybe tomorrow if it’s not raining.

NOW SPREAD THE HATE AS INDISCRIMINATELY AS POSSIBLE IN THE COMMENTS AND NOT AT EACH OTHER FOR A CHANGE!

Bonus points for making us giggle with your asterisk-wordplay.


  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/katekate/ katekate is squared

    Two years ago, I was visiting my cousin in Amsterdam and I saw Mel Gibson throttle a baby holding an even smaller baby, saying, “You fucking tit-sucking w******! Yeah, you! Oh waaah waaah waaaah, get that fucking pacifier out of your little k*** mouth! I’ll fucking kill you with my dick!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/irishbreakfast/ irishbreakfast

    Virus, you are not following the official guidelines for journalistic blogging:

    http://theamericanscene.com/2010/07/09/orientation-day-in-the-msm

    (and I cannot for the life of me get anything to link. I am a failure)

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/fictionsinmotion/ Vaquero

    You look like a rubber chicken stuffed inside a dead pig being eaten by zombie Dom DeLuise. And those earrings. Gawd. Can I borrow them?

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    I ran into Mel Gibson on the set of Chicken Run. He was grabbing his visibly pregnant assistant’s left breast with one of those toy dinosaur chompy things and repeating his lines over and over again: “Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means you do everything I tell you, you no good lousy fuck of a cunt.” Between sobs, the assistant muttered “I don’t want to be a pie. I don’t like gravy.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/irishbreakfast/ irishbreakfast

    I was in the botantical gardens in Tuscaloosa last week when I saw Mel Gibson attacking a blackgum swamp tree (Nyssa sylvatica) with a crucifix. After cutting 666 in the bark he yelled, in Aramaic, “you fuckng n***** stump, you make me sick. Take this holy water you fucking g*d fucked bastardized botanical abortion.” He then peed on the tree. It shriveled and died; he carried it to the parking lot where he had his entourage drive over it, repeatedly, in their matching red VFWs. His ties with German industry go way back; he gets a discount.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sarcastro/ Sarcastro

    Whilst vacationing in Basque country in 1995, I saw Mel Gibson in a trendy tapas bar where he picked up a prawn off a visiting Swede’s plate, climbed atop a stool and screeched the following in a Prince-ian falsetto, “You cat-raping caridean shrimp! Treif! Unclean! Jewy, Jewy, Jew, Jew, Jew. You’re responsible for 73.4 percent of all the wickedness in the 10th androssiment. Change my oil, Mohammed!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/katekate/ katekate is squared

    Oh man, and this one time, I was at the county fair, and I saw Mel Gibson smack the shit out of a fat woman holding a funnel cake. “You fat fucking n*****! I’m gonna dick-slap you so hard your fucking cunt-face will land up in Uzbekistan!” Then he picked up the funnel cake and went, “Man, I love the fair.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/katekate/ katekate is squared

    At the same fair, I saw Mel Gibson go up to the first-prize-winning goat and be like, “Hey, goat-fucker! Yeah, you! Give me a blowjob, goat-fucker! Baaaaaaaah!” Sadly for him, the goat’s handler thought Mel was talking to him.

    Although Mel did get his blowjob…

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sarcastro/ Sarcastro

    Oh, hell, it musta been ’04 or some such. Anyway, Mel was standing in the parking lot of the first 7-11 in Dushanbe. And wouldn’t ya know it, but old Mel had one fist wrapped around his cock—and boy was he pumpin’ to please, just furious jerking—and the other wrapped around the handle of a megaphone. So he starts hopping on one leg bellowing “You Hissar Valley cuntwings are worse than the most degenerate Red Sea pedestrian in occupied Palestine! Now who wants to ride Uncle Mel’s li’l Love Goebbels?!?!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sarcastro/ Sarcastro

    This one time, me and Mel were huffing paint thinner down by the railroad tracks. Mel takes a big drag, looks up at me over the bonfire and says, “I dislike people of African extraction.” He goes and takes another snootful. “And the Jews. Don’t like them much, either. You’ve got to admit,” he continues, “that both groups are not very good at all and are responsible for myriad bad things. I wish to do them violence.” He then adroitly performed a jig.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sargasm/ Sargasm

    I was at a Carl’s Jr. in San Antonio, the one out by the base, not the Lackland one but the Brooks one, and we were high as fucking kites. That shit we had coulda caused the people in the Middle East to put down their guns and just hug it out. Anyhoo, Patty had just ordered a Grilled Cheese Bacon Six Dollar Burger and me and Sharon were in line for the bathroom. Mel Gibson barged out of the head with a little pee stain on the front of his Dockers, and Sharon giggled. Man, that was a mistake. Mel gave her the elevator up-and-down look, got right in her face and started yelling “You skinny flabby-titted c***ing f***-knocking hoor!! You pustulating dick-eater! BLOW ME! BLOW ME NOW, you Jew-loving, n***** slurping c** dumpster!” The spittle was flying. Sharon tried to get out of his way but he kept yelling. A couple of soldiers came over and told him to treat the ladies with a little fucking respect, and Mel hollered “You try any s*** with me and I’ll skull-f*** your f****** sister, you piece of s*** c***sucker! You f****** s*** n******! DO. YOU. KNOW. WHO. I. AM, sugar****?” We ran outta there after Mel started telling the manager he was going to f*** her in the a** with a *********.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/strawberry-shortcake/ Strawberry Shortcake

    A few minutes ago Mel Gibson met Lady Gaga at a drag show where she was nursing an ailing baby unicorn back to health with her own breast milk and Mel finally found what love is. At this exact moment they are on their way to their own private island where they will create a new EDEN of glitter and unicorns and free of all n*****, k****, b******, w*****, i****, J**, and l**********s.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/ BookishLookish

    Mel Gibson was in Istanbul, purchasing orphaned toddlers for future medicinal blood drainage, and he tried to touch my monkey, although I clearly warned him not to. The tiny monkey, wearing a cute silver vest and matching mini fez, knew Mel was a bastard and chomped on his ring finger till it bled, causing Mel to yell, “You nut-munching son of a motherfucker!” When I laughed at Mel’s radically injured digit, he called me a “big-titted daughter of a hot-ass Jewess.” My bodyguard refused to beat him up. “Sorry, I’ve seen pics of your mom and it’s true…” said Omar.

  • http://wordsmoker.com the mother clucker

    While quaffing Cuervo at Rosa Mexican, Mel took their famous hand made guacamole and smeared it on the breasts of his waitress, Guadaloupe. He screamed, “Let me give you a pearl necklace you w*tb*ck c*nty border-crosser. When the bartender came to Guadaloupe’s defense, Mel flung the shot glass and beaned him in the eye, “I wonder if a n*gger can get a black eye?”

    Then, Whoopi Goldberg put down her chile rellenos-laden fork and stood up,”Mel isn’t a racist. I know him. He has been to my home and hung out with my children.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sarcastro/ Sarcastro

    Back in ’03, Mel and I were fishing on the Amalfi coast. For bait, he insisted on using chunks of flesh extracted from African immigrants as they slept. Mel’s surgical expertise and mastery of anesthesia, as you know are legendary. So, anyway, I ask him about his choice of bait, and he goes, “Filthy Jewfish love the stuff, what can I say.” And coming from a successful angler like Mel, I could muster no retort. In any event, Mel baits and casts. Just like that, he gets a bite. He’s reeling his catch in like a madman. He gets the fish to shore, pulls it off the hook with great violence and shouts, “Listen, you gefiltemotherfucker! This beach is restricted. Now go fetch me some prosciutto before I have you gang raped by a passel of SIV-infected gibbons, that is if you’re not too busy controlling the banking sector with the remainder of your shadowy cabal. WHORE!”

    Mel then sends the fish on its errand. He always was a catch-and-release guy. Then, out of nowhere, he projectile vomits three liters of grappa, curls up in the sand, and sleeps the sleep of angels.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/sarcastro/ Sarcastro

    Mel: Virus?

    Virus: Speaking.

    Mel: This is Mel.

    Virus: Oh, hi.

    Mel: Yeah, hi. So, um, …

    Virus: Go ahead.

    Mel: Well, uh, …

    Virus: Spit it out, Mel.

    Mel: OK. OK. So, Virus, you’re a n*****-loving c*** with a nasty c*** v** girl fetish who ought to be b******* by Robbie Burns f****** clavicle. Also, J**.

    Virus: OK, Mel, have a good one.

    Mel: Thanks, V. See you down in the peat bogs.

    Virus: You bet.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/nefariousnewt/ NefariousNewt

    Given that picture, I can only assume that this Mel is the Mirror Universe Mel, brought to our world by a freak transporter accident.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/ninahagen/ Nina Hagen

    Mel and I were staying at an all-inclusive resort on the Mayan Riviera. No one loves a buffet with unlimited alcohol like Mel. One night in the cigar bar, he reached behind the bar picked up the bartender affectionately known as “Chihuahua Boy” by his lustrous hair and shook him like a wet umbrella. “This is not Don Julio, you sock monkey cuntquistador! It’s Leche de Burro, you fucking Beaner! I bet your farts peel paint off the walls!” Mel then threw him into the humidor and pissed in the bar sink while muttering about how “wetback pee makes the copper pots so bright!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/pikadar/ PikaDar

    I saw Mel in Brighton Beach looking for another bitch to blow him. An Oksana look-alike (because hey, those bitches all have fake boobs and want a pack of N******ers to rape them) approached. He grabbed at her tits and started telling her she should love him because she’s the reason he left his wife. When the woman slapped him, he commenced to screaming, “You Orthodox fucking whore. You’re just like your “Church,” a bunch of filthy pigs with beards who fuck anyone…” Russian mafia boyfriend blew his brains out.