Mélenchon is a fucking megalomaniac who treats the media exactly like Trump does and plays to populist tendencies the same too (an awoved disinterest in football turning into vocal support for Marseilles’ team once he more or less decided to run for city hall is the least ridiculous example.)

Fuck each and every single apologist for the long and frequent pattern of US playing nice with brutal dictators and other ugly war criminals.

I would love to discuss this with you Rafi, but why explain or write when there’s Kinja apartheid here, and you only hear from the same old gang and clique here telling you whatever, and anyone else commenting is consigned to “the greys” and treated like criminal dirt?

No, she’s not. You guys need to take off these rose colored glasses.

I prefer to root for a team that is less enthusiastic about swastikas.

We should totally bring back Jeux Sans Frontières. Maybe if Jeux Sans Frontières was still happening, people wouldn’t have voted for Brexit.

I saw the movie at Sundance — Joaquin plays the pre-accident adult version.

It looks like Snoopy projectile vomiting.

It baffles me that continuity comes up in these reviews pretty much every single week. In my experience, most viewers accepted that this show doesn’t play by those rules about 25 years ago.

The ANC itself tried to throw out Winnie Mandela multiple times for being a bit of a nutjob (and for being corrupt as all heck).

Amazing how death suddenly makes you a wonderful person and all the fraud, murder and kidnapping you did seems like a minor foible

This solves it! No more big troubles in little Syria. Some very woke Splinter commentators will be happy to hear they got the boom-boom they wanted.

This comic doesn’t actually have a point.

According to Nichole Watterson: “crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women...or having a family since it’s pretty much the same.”

There is no meaning of life. There is only the meaning of your life. Trademark 2015

#COTD

Haven’t you heard? The only acceptable cultural standards worldwide are the ones defined by a vocal subset of ‘liberal’ college-educated 18-35 year olds that live in a handful of American cities.

Every once in a while, I’ll see a lame as hell late-era episode about ‘Bart becomes a rapper!’ or some such, and I’ll check the original air date and it’s 15 years old.

A newbies guide to F1:

‘Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.’