In order for newspapers such as The New York Times to become profitable again, they need to crank the badass up to eleven.

To make a successful form of entertainment today all one has to do is take an IP that is twenty to twenty-five years old and crank the badass up to eleven. I don’t know if this is because for the past decade ninety-nine percent of everyone under the age of thirty is a brain-dead fuck-tard who is enamored with shiny things or an incredibly gay entertainment industry overcompensation in it’s attempt to appeal to the hetro consumers. Here are some examples:

Transformers: The new transformers are just like the original IP, but with the badass cranked up to eleven (if not pushing hard on twelve).

Battlestar Galatica: Like the original, but with the whiny turned up to ten and the badass cranked up to eleven.

G.I. Joe: Like the original, but badass at eleven.

Terminator Salvation: Like The Terminator, but with the badass cranked wayyyyyyy up to eleven. This movie is probably the best example of the badass at eleven theory. In the original The Terminator, humanity in the future were reduced to living in holes and scraping by to fight back against Skynet. They were resistance fighters similar to the Wolverines in Red Dawn. I’m not sure if both of hese movies were an attempt for the generation in the eighties to identify with the VC a generation earlier and side with the winners, but it was a fairly common theme in the eighties. Yet, this was not badass enough for the modern generation. Now the resistance fighters have Iroquois, Warthogs, and Blackhawks. They are wayyyy more badass.

V: Like the original, but more whinny and badass. This series should be as popular as Battlestar Galatica.

The list goes on and on, though there are some exceptions. Fame was faggy in the eighties and is faggy now. However, other media should take advantage of the badass at eleven or they will rot and die. If The New York Times wants’ to survive it should pick up Michael Bay as an editor.