I love his conservation record. His push to make the executive more powerful and not entirely beholden to the legislative… he can seriously fuck himself for that. That alone is worth chiseling him off the mountain.

More and more they won't and more and more other countries will step up and take the lead. We'll be shuffled down a few levels on the deck. We at least had a relatively good track record of calm transfer of power. This has shown we can't be trusted to do that and it would be irresponsible for the rest of the world…

Or suicide. If some of these scared assholes would just free themselves from the bondage of fear, we'd be in a better place.

Pearly white.

Added to which: the poem was commissioned as part of the fundraising effort for the pedestal and was part of an exhibit for that before the statue was erected. True, it wasn't placed inside the pedestal until later, but it was associated with the statue before there was even a statue.

It's really a gorgeous picture and makes the Statue look amazing.

And his pacing is a disaster.

For what it's worth (and the answer is nothing), I personally blame The Walking Dead for everything now.

Yeah, the whole underdog mythos really withers when it's in support of the largest military the world has ever known.

"ABFMBEIATOACBI. Always. Be. Fucking. Monica. Bellucci. Even. If. A. Team. Of. Assassins. Come. Barging. In. Always be fucking Monica Bellucci even if a team of assassins come barging in. Any questions?"

I'll back you up in foot stamping.

This one crosses the line gloriously and should be celebrated.
On the other hand, it would be mean if Thor played the George of the Jungle theme at events and had the crowd yell "Look out for that tree!" every time.

It's not. But the last three times I saw him I spent a bunch of time trying to decide whether it was AE or not. As with Baby Driver it begs the question whether there was literally nobody with charisma available. And I guess every puffy-lipped white kid in the Northern Hemisphere will have to drop dead before…

The old "hey, Transformers is great because sometimes you don't feel like watching a four hour French examination of ennui" argument. It ignores the amount of actual quality stuff between those poles and it's usually made by someone who never climbs much higher than the bottom rung.

That's why their exhortations to panic after San Bernadino and Orlando fell on deaf ears around here. I'm not going to get EXTRA scared because occasionally a brown person shoots a bunch of people. If I get gunned down in a mall, the culprit will most likely be some pasty white dude who went to church all the time.

Hell, at this point it would be worth it just to see the looks on their faces when they discover that just because you support gun restrictions it doesn't mean you can't accurately and gleefully shoot a dumb motherfucker.

We'll get their rage regardless. No telling who the true believers are and who are just chest-puffers. Don't really care. Rip this scab off and let's get the party started.

Seriously. This feels like one of those cases where someone should have said, "You know, it's actually easier to not make a movie."

If you told me the title and started describing the plot I'd accuse you of parody and not being terribly subtle about it.

A convention where the only unifying element is you once slept with some guy has to make for a very awkward get-together.