Of course you can get vineyard signs, only they will read “FUCK THE ANTHEM GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I BURN TO DEATH”.

I had a friend who grew up in Gettysburg dodging occasional ass-kickings from Stars-and-Bars-adorned pickup owners. Y’know, Gettysburg, that place where the South INVADED THE NORTH.

(He told me that, since that much irony was already lost on them, he wasn’t even going to try with how they usually pummeled him to the…

There are. Chief among these is the fact that the VA, being underfunded, often makes vets prove—sometimes via a lawyer—that their injuries were service-connected before providing coverage. You know what would totally obviate that issue? Single payer, where it wouldn’t matter what caused a vet’s injuries.

On Saturday, I met up with some friends right at Van Ness and Market, and was told by the first three groups that passed us to get to Steiner, it’s going on there; to hurry up to 24th and Mission, where there were running battles with white supremacists; and that Civic Center was empty and was going to be a tinderbox.…

I have sympathy for the idea of “punch a Nazi.” I’m made nervous by “punch anyone who may at any point have stood near a Nazi.” Both because (a) that person may not have been bright enough to figure out why others associate far-right “free speech” rallies with white supremacy, and (b) that person may HAVE been bright…

Seriously, Patrick, stop fucking around and listen to that Hamilton biography already.

Yeah, but the baby animals are engaged in running street battles against fascists.

While I’m not sure if today’s antifa in Berkeley are college kids or what, there DID used to be a bunch of skinheads and affiliated Nazis that would show up at punk shows in the ‘90s, and generally speaking only went away because they got punched too often. So I suspect for some of these kids, it’s a little more…

Valuing Honey Dijon ahead of Jalapeno and Salt & Pepper is why we lost the white working class.

If supposedly progressive publications like this persistently ignore and marginalize Chili Lime, we’re just handing the movement right back to the Clintons.

You historians and your fucking elegaic opening music.

Haha you poseur, I stopped taking my mood stabilizers on NYE and I immediately dropped 20 pounds and still have the energy to run a marathon. Also, I am Genghis Khan, terror of nations.

This is a gentle reminder that, round where Google’s from, Pacifica is mostly known for inexorably collapsing into the ocean.

Ya know what, I’m sick of this shit. Hit us with the blood libel all you like but you do NOT blame us for Travis fucking Kalanick.

Speaking as a Giants fan, the boys did exactly what we’ve been expecting of them: lost a complete game.

Speaking of heart disease, I’m pretty okay with deporting the sugar lobby to Syria.

So they ARE working.

Three Men and a Baby and Fentanyl.

Incorrect. Per the quote, D-Money, Smoothie, and Shifty are interested in the womb of a single young white girl. I cannot say if they all impregnated her in turn, or if it’s turned into a delightful romcom as they try to raise a baby of uncertain parentage together. (“He’s got D-Money’s eyes, Smoothie’s nose, and…

...named D-Money, Smoothie, and Shifty.