I don't have to prove it! It's not in the Bible!

A great strategy… for the America of 1980
Sorry, since this guy - who I've never heard of despite his writing a book about exactly the topics I follow most closely (of course, that could be chance, or simply "my bad," but…) - is someone who I'd likely enjoy hearing speak and even more chatting to casually, since he…

What tripe! Such movies are pieces of chocolate angel'sfood cake compared to my watching - being forced to watch - "Devil Wears Prada" without access to ANY intoxicants.

What a minute. Exactly what kind and how much shit have you tasted? I wouldn't like to think you were making such a claim without considerable experience.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Grave of the Fireflies makes me so sad, but in a volcanic-eruption-of-anger way. I rarely watch it, because I have to hit pause and walk around fuming at the casual vileness of the human world generally, but during was specifically.

Listening to Wingnut RayDO is like shoving your dick in a food processor, flipping it to "puree" and imagining you're "getting off" in a new, creative, ironic fashion.

Take out the "l" and you've got it.

The problem is a 'Mer'kin one.
23% of US citizens are ignorant, stupid assholes and have been infected by Fox, etc. to think the sun, moon, and stars shines out of their Tea Party buttholes. Anything they do, especially when embarrassed by something that exposes their state of birthday-suitedness, is "justified".

Gosh! Genji had an extra helping of Cruchy Asshole this morning.

Lobsters, just fuck off - somewhere else.

No criticism of a fine article intended…
… but it would be, as the Rolling Stones used to say in my youth, "a gas" to have someone who actually LOVED these piece-of-shit money mints to explain, in detail and referencing the lyrics, etc., exactly why they are beyond awesome and likely to rank as the greatest pop music…

A Gathering of Assholes!
Gosh! I'll drop the lid back on the bin and be on my way. I had no intention of crashing the Assholes' Convention and its opening topic "Slagging Someone Better Than I Ever Was or Can Hope to Be - Namely, Everyone NOT Attending This Sworee*".

I thought of Trakus, but you have to "love the music". No one loves, likes, or vaguely tolerates the sounds that are emitted by allowing Tarkus to play.

"role my eyes"?
Otherwise, one of the better write-ups. The show had entirely lost me by this point, but when I caught a superior episode like this one, I always saw the next to see if they'd found the groove they'd always promised and never delivered.

RIP
Nice work, of every sort of acting.

He's a shit that has no purpose in life other than seeking out other folks' punchbowls to float in.

Get a job.

The lead turd has already shit in this punchbowl.

As an old guy, I can say that it's the same as it ever was.