Reading this article is so bizarre. I live in Indianapolis where this happened. And I can tell you the dialogue here has been EXACTLY the opposite. There’s been saturation coverage and the police most certainly haven’t begged for help. The Star assigned a team of its dwindling supply of reporters to cover it, even…

I live in Indianapolis and the entire city has been shocked by this. And everyone, from Amanda’s husband, her neighbors, the police, and members of the African American community, along with the Ten Point Coalition, a group of AA ministers working with the police to better relations in that community, have been…

The husband just released this statement. I’m just about in tears because he seems so genuinely NICE and in love with her:

I live in Indianapolis and this is ALL the media has been posting about since it happened. Many people even blamed the husband for the death in the beginning. I will say - the husband has taken this opportunity to preach about God in a totally non-threatening way. This couple isn’t like the bullshit vlogging couple we…

I’m also surprised this woman enrolled her kids in musical theater and was surprised that there were gay people around. Is she new?

I mean, the mom is clearly an ass, but I don’t think I want my kids taught by someone who doesn’t know affect from effect and mixes up their/they’re/there.

I looked at that menu. So you say “I am yo soy Feliz”? I am I am Feliz? And then the waiter says “You are I am Feliz”? I am ... confused.

I just don’t understand the appeal of eating there. I don’t want to have to fuckin say “I am something” to order. Unless it’s “I am hangry and belligerent.”

Ha, that is brilliant in its crazitude. My weirdo restaurant will be called “Misanthropy.” The menu items will be things like “Ugly mac n cheese”, “Terrifying cake,” and “Fucked up fried food platter.”

This is part of why you don’t go to Gawker for foreign policy analysis. The other part being that they're mostly clueless on the topic.

I’ve been either crying or on the verge of tears for two days now. I’m glad this woman survived to bear witness. I mourn, with all civilized society, for those who did not survive. May her words bring some measure of comfort to their loved ones, in comfortless times.

how about we start reading the article instead of just the title?

Can we immortalize this in bronze and use it as a trophy topper for next years Jalopnik Film Awards?

So, here’s the thing: I understand and respect why some people feel the need to boycott Chick-Fil-A entirely because of their beliefs. I totally get it, and it seems to make sense on the surface; you don’t want to give money to a business that donates to an abhorrent cause.

I work night audit at a Fairfield Inn owned by a franchise that operates in and around Chattanooga.

Dude only decided to call the cops because they stiffed him on the tip. He had no problem with them walking out after 7 margs each.

There is a very thin veneer that exists between civilized society and the howling barbarism of the Fury Road, and that veneer is not dumping food out onto a table in a public restaurant.

Is this a serious comment? You don’t understand the difference between farting in a restaurant and dressing in a non-puritanical way?

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