I can see a market for re-introducing them, but moulding each one as a couple of knuckles and an extended middle digit - kind of like truck nuts but for the front.

I wonder what he’ll do about all of the non-Christian broadcasting cluttering up the airwaves? Perhaps he’ll ban them...

I guess pulling your own support trailer is a sign of confidence that you aren’t going to crash or blow your engine during the day.

Yes, nearly as threatening as that air-to-air nuclear missile we were supposed to get excited about a week or two ago.

It writes itself - Ethan Hunt takes down the Joker while Lady Gaga wiggles her toes in a cinema playing clips of Supergirl fighting the Coyote on screen.

Because regulation is bad for business - it hurts the bottom line.

Damn! How can I performatively boyc0tt them, then?

I’ve also seen the Rothkos in the Tate, and only then did I understand his concern with the lighting and hanging of his work being absolutely critical. I’ve never been in another space which *vibrated* with sensation in the same way.

I remember vividly how professional and courteous Air Canada were when I had to change an existing booking when I got a ‘get here ASAP’ call regarding my father. I was on a plane ten hours later and it made the difference between saying goodbye and not. 

So, is this a sequel to Extraction or not? Extraction Cinematic Universe?

No-one has ever ‘got out of trouble’ by accelerating.

Gold sneakers? Try that in a small town!

There’s probably a very quiet community of worn-out intelligence analysts tracking Russian disinformation activity.

Then you realize that Miss Marple, Hercule Poirot, Benoit Blanc and Jessica Fletcher all just happen to be on board...

Another unanswered question is, how did they know to meet her when she arrived in LAX?

It’s like you people haven’t even *read* the First Amendment! *All* of this is defined as free speech, I’m sure.

Maybe more accidents in Florida involve golf carts, keeping the fatalities down. Or maybe gators eat the bodies, so they’re classed as animal attacks rather than vehicle accidents.

“Let me introduce my daughter, Wilde Wild.”

Maybe we’re overlooking the issue that, if you turned up to the ‘55 Indy in a Japanese car, the good ol’ boys would be fighting for the privilege to put you into the railings on the first turn.

Something tells me the only money being made here is Lindell selling his customers’ details to some utterly repugnant mailing list brokers.