I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest today, and I came to a realization. If you really, really want someone to hate the human race, here’s what you do. First, you find someone who has respect for their fellow human beings, someone who understands the rules of, you know, shutting your yap during the movie and such. Then, take them to my local movie theater. By the time that the movie lets out, our respectful movie-goer will be ready to slaughter all of his fellow man, or, at least, those who can’t learn to shut their freaking mouths (which, if the theater today was any indication, is at least 97% of them).