Um, no, since political systems aren't sentient it's the voters who all agreed to this particular system in the first place I have issues with. That isn't to say I would want a different political system. But, yeah, voters are scary in large numbers.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means

Living off Woodward Ave. in Detroit I don't really understand anyone who'd actively embrace that sentiment about watching the world burn, unless they're one of rich kids up in Royal Oak in their gated communities, the ones who don't seem to realize that when the revolution comes they'll be the first up against the…

and yet, curiously, voters are the mechanism that keep politicians in power, as the song says, the masses are asses.

Don't forget that President Gore would have issued out government icebergs for all those sad animated polar bears.

It must be tough for Bernie supporters, when you're left with one of three unpleasant choices. You can: A) vote for the next president of the United States, Clinton; you can: B) go against everything that Bernie stands for and vote for Trump, because baby-like tantrum, or: C) not vote.

Finally, someone who will tell the story of the other "30,000 German men that went into war in submarines and didn't come back" (at this point it's just Zombie Nazis, sorry, Soggy Kriegsmarine Sailors) And since almost everyone in a U-boat perished horribly if you're going to tell stories about the horrors of war you…

How can a story whose imagery was captured so effortlessly by Quentin Blake end up being so labored, and truth be told, kind of a bore, by Spielberg? Easily. It is a problem that rich boys and their toys suffer from, something that throwing money at can't solve. In jazz it'd be a lack of soul. In Spain one would say…

So why is that in NYC the Ham Lotto requires an actual physical ID to claim the cheap tix, whereas the moment it went on sale in Chicago all the good tickets were snatched up by bots so that, since I couldn't drive 14 hours and sit in line on a Tuesday, now I have to pay $500 a ticket? Yeah, Lin-Manuel, "Sit down John…

This is the problem with these sorts of conversations, at some point we all have to admit that we love Carole King and Neil Diamond and move on … anything else is like admitting that you only love the 101 String's version of "Light My Fire," but don't have much opinion about those long-haired freaky boys called The…

They kept white kids safe from Hendrix, of course they were a trip for those who thought Captain and Tennille were musical innovators.

At 16 I tried to sit through MTV's Monkees Marathon and … that lasted until the LSD wore off and I realized I was watching a hack TV show that wasn't even popular in the 60s … except for certain affluent children who though Jimi Hendrix was too sexually suggestive.

I don't mind half-ass performers lip-syncing to better recorded music. It's why RuPaul can say "Shante you stay" and yet we can all admit that Penny Tration was a terrible drag queen.

Shush your mouth, I swear to only one pantheon of gods and that's Sven Helstrom and the Swedish Rhythm Kings

But… the Monkees are untouchable [!!] Just like every other pop group of the 60s! So what if cheap production values now equates a magical Dadaist brilliance that back in the time were seen as just cheap gags —- Post-Modern Irony can never be wrong!!

But their producers told them to look into the camera, just like that one time on Green Acres —- that has to mean something.

There were the Monkees, there was Bert Lahr, there was Skippy Peanut Butter, and … as history records: “What!” [Lahr] shouted in his deep persuasive voice. “You ask a full-grown man (5′ 9″) to endorse Peanut Butter? [[looking into the camera]] Peanut Butter is strictly for Kids” … and yet here we are, children of…

Just like Trump: "I'll tell you something, I know Hitler. I think about Hitler all the time. I would make the best Hitler cartoon ever."

The problem with reviewing anything before Season 3, Episode 20 of BSG is that 80% of what you're being told is bullshit. Like Lost, it might have looked pretty back in 2004 when the world thought Abrams and Moore had story arcs worth following, but at some point we all arrived at that damn sitar-cover of Dylan's "All…

When is the Religious Society of Friends' Steel Cut Fiber Cereal finally going to take down those bastards at Quaker Oats for copyright infringement?