abrahamdonne
AbrahamDonne
abrahamdonne

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Can someone please explain where this nonsense that Superman doesn’t kill comes from? I read a LOT of comics as a kid, and I am pretty sure I remember him killing the Cyborg by punching him through the chest and vibrating his arm so fast that it tore Cybrog’s molecules apart (don’t believe me? I’ve posted the comic

Excellent. I think that every time Lee or Jackson is mentioned, their name should be prefaced by a historically-accurate descriptor, such as, “I was reading a book on noted traitor Stonewall Jackson,” or “Is this street named after the famous bigot Robert E. Lee?” Just keep doing it and force the other side to

I’m getting the sense that this individual doesn’t really understand work in the modern era.

Not sure if it was intentional, but the end of this article veers very close to the great John Donne’s Holy Sonnet IX, where Donne ponders the risk of eternal damnation:

It’s illegal to lie to law enforcement officers trying to solve a crime/gather evidence, and it’s illegal to lie under oath. Other than that, most speech is a free-for-all unless it directly affects public safety (the “don’t yell fire in a theater” thing) or is a known falsehood spread for the express purpose of

This is how this makes me feel:

I live in Cleveland and this caused a minor, mostly light-hearted debate at our first family holiday dinner with my brother and nieces. Grandma was agast, my mom and Aunt both think it’s a nice song but understood why some object, my Brother called it PC-ism run amok, and my nieces enjoyed making mountains of their

Because everyone save Uma Thurman who attends the Bride’s wedding gets brutally murdered?

-African Americans, and more specifically the pastors who do the stupid prayer convocation photo ops with Trump. Doing so while knowing a good chunk of that motherfucker’s support base is plain-as-day racist. 

This is how I felt hearing there was head coach news this morning:

From one Clevelander to another right now:

Lifelong Clevelander.

Ugh. As someone who lives in Ohio and is constantly frustrated by the way we get stereotyped here: fuck this guy. Fuck him and his Hillbilly Elegy racism-disguised-as-economic-resentment bullshit. Of course, this dipshit likely hails from middle-of-fucking-nowhere Ohio, because I happen to work on a street where

George RR Martin be like:

Truth.