That scene in Silence of the Lambs when a freed Lecter begins joyfully filleting his prison guard, a smile spreading over his blood-caked lips while an opera crescendoes in the background? That’s this Julian Sanchez post. Better yet, Julian’s target manages to crawl into his comments — battered, certainly, but fueled by vanity and enabled by self-Googling — for an additional schwacking. 

Spencer Ackerman

Spencer Ackerman