"Back in 2006 when I was filming All the King's Men, there was a supremely annoying guy named Mark Ruffalo who had just finished reading Dude Where's My Country? by Michael Moore.
After this, he went and googled Noam Chomsky and figured himself as some limousine liberal Hollywood soothsayer - quite frankly the worst kind.
Ruffalo would press gang cast and crew alike with his half baked theories on the Illuminati, jewish bankers, 9/11 and how Katrina was a man made disaster like AIDS and communism, unwavering in his self appointed role as the world's saviour.
When he took Anthony Hopkins by the collar and began to shout at him about some cockeyed Bilderberg banking scheme he'd heard mentioned on the Alex Jones show, I knew I had to step in.
I took Ruffalo to one side and told him that having wi-fi and a gullible demeanour doesn't make you a prophet in this day and age. Some of us have been fighting the good fight against the bankers and the politicians since he was a no-name bit actor popping zits on his ample forehead while jerking off to Variety magazine.
I told him that this kind of candy-assed rhetoric actually plays into the hands of the Powers That Be, stifling any effective opposition to the warmongers and the status quo through its transparent idiocy.
Thankfully, Ruffalo took my advice and left the fight for equality and justice to those of us with the type of sway to break bread with Chavez and the Cuban government, not these second division Hollywood wannabes that harp on about veganism and shale gas fracking."
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