Nope, it’s the radio that plays in our showroom. Good effort, though.

I think it is.

It is not a Linda Ronstadt song. Lori Lieberman wrote and sang it first but Roberta Flack made it popular.

It should be but it’s probably something a bit more gentrified. I’ve never heard because I’ve been dabbing away the blood in my ears.

“Why are you trying to rob my house?” is beginning to sound a lot like “Stop resisting.”

There’s a whole SiriusXM station of colonized covers. This morning I’ve heard a caucausianfied Killing Me Softly and pastiest When Doves Cry this side of an Elmer’s Glue factory. This is my hell. That said, Taylor’s cover would probably cause me to throw myself over the balcony so I’m just gonna say “Not today, White…

Some people look at the world through rose-colored glasses. Other’s choose those fucked up green specs they sell around St. Patrick’s Day. The color green seems to hide a bunch of imperfections for certain people.

This sounds like every kaiju movie I have ever watched: two acts of weak exposition & character development followed by a 3rd act moneyshot of kaiju destruction. By that standard, it sounds like a decent film.

Hell yes.

My grandma has this canister in the kitchen. It’s got a removable strainer on the top to keep the bits of burnt out when she pours new grease in. It’s the most valuable item in that whole kitchen and when the time comes, I will fight my sisters bare-knuckled to gain possession of it and I won’t hold back.

I think I heard some politician suggest they start a dog walking business out there in coal country. You know, where people have a need for such things.

I get where you’re going with this but I can’t get behind the phrase “whiteballed” because that makes it sound like such a small, insignificant...disappointing thing. On the other hand, white balling does denote a sense of inflated importance and cravenness that is perfect for this situation. Nevermind. Carry on.

I was about to come her to say that. You may have just seen ALL of the black women in Spokane. Like ALL ALL of them.

Considering the severity of her reaction, it could result in an actual lifelong phobia, not just to bunnies but either costumed characters or anything resembling a bunny or both. Poor kid.

Thank you for this.

I’m just surprised he’s gone this long without just saying, “I don’t see color.”

They want all that bad shit to happen to “other people” not realizing that to those they elected, they are “other people” too.

White voters were like Richard Pryor’s character in “Moving”. The homeowner (Trump in this stretched metaphor) straight up told him that everything he liked was being taken away and Arlo thought it was a joke and signed on anyway. Then he gets there and is dumbstruck that that asshole did exactly what he said he was…

But it’s always good to have a second punch, just to be sure.

Pretty good chance that Antifa sounds foreign enough to set off all their fears of brown and black people.