My favorite part of this is the idea that anyone, anywhere, thought America was the greatest country on the earth prior to the Great Depression.

Damn! I scrolled back up to read this comment because I thought I saw "#jacobins" flash by and was hoping somebody had written a detailed comparison of the DNC to the National Convention. But combining Sanders' name with Robespierre's would probably take significantly more effort than just slapping a "-nistas," on…

I loved him in Snowpiercer. I also thought he did amazing work in Puncture and even that one movie that was like "Speed, but with a phone" or whatever—arguably a better performance than the movie deserved.

If you actually read the story, it's clearly written as a parable, meaning he was specifically speaking in code. "The Street" stands in for the archetypal New England town, like Boston, the swarthy men for non-Anglo-Saxon immigrants.

Also there's "The Street," a short story all about the horror of a quiet, beautiful Anglo-Saxon neighborhood overrun by "swarthy and sinister" men who turn it into a hellpit.

"It would be too hideous if they knew that the one-time heiress of Riverside — the accursed gorgon or lamia whose hateful crinkly coil of serpent-hair must even now be brooding and twining vampirically around an artist's skeleton in a lime-packed grave beneath a charred foundation — was faintly, subtly, yet to the…

"[T]here was something in the multitude who now turned their faces east, something deeper than love in the human composition, namely, fear-born hate, that the impassioned appeals of the propagandists and the exaggeration of the horrors and cruelties of the infidel had fanned into flame." - H.G. Wells, writing about…

Indubitably.

My mom has said that she genuinely thought Leonardo DiCaprio was developmentally disabled after she first saw that movie. It's an incredible performance, not even taking into account his age.

Legally, I believe so.

"Oh, that's too bad. Well, I'd hoped we wouldn't have him for some time yet. Well, you see, Mr. Brewster, we have several Theodore Roosevelts at the moment, and it would lead to trouble. Oh, trouble… Oh, now, if he thought that… Look, Mr. Brewster, we're a bit short of Napoleons at present. The Bonaparte."

They shoulda just made Spock gay in the first movie. It's an all-purpose solution: honors Takei by way of Quinto, nods to the origins of slash fandom, and gets rid of the entire Spock/Uhura tumor of a subplot. Three birds! Three gay birds, one gay stone!

You can't copyright a plot. Much less a premise, which is where the similarities really lie. (Premise = toys/animals have full human-like sentience and get up to shenanigans when the humans aren't around. Plot = new toy shows up, conflict with the leader toy, the two of them end up stranded on the street and then…

Oh man. The long-awaited sequel to The Great Cat Massacre. Audiences will eat it up!

Yeah, I was relieved that she admitted what a shitty king her father was in the last episode. I like Dany, but it's hard to see her claim as just when Aerys was so damn terrible—but then again, that path immediately leads to "well, monarchy is a pretty terrible and unjust system, actually." And since it doesn't look…

True, but even then it still seems like she oughta at least TRY. Who's to say the Lord of the Light doesn't have big plans for Rickon? Worth a shot, right? The worst he can say is no! (Although I guess in this case Jon might not've wanted her to try, considering he seems pretty dissatisfied with being brought back…

Hell, a German invented the concept!

If I were Jon I'd be making Melisandre go around and try to revive everyone on my side who just died, starting with my little brother. Worth a shot, right? You never know who the Lord of Light might take a liking to.

My dog looks very wolflike, so while I'm convinced of his loyalty, I'm a bit worried about his likelihood of survival. They've been dropping like flies lately.

Goddammit.