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If I wanted to listen to a bitter, washed-up crank, I’d download the new Denis Miller album. 

Agreed. But when the Treasury Secretary starts calling the banks to check on their liquidity, that’s a pretty good indication that there’s something deeply wrong. Mnuchin presumably has access to information we don’t and that information has caused him to panic.

I was going to find and paste the same Kevin Bacon clip.

Hey, Clint kept his cool pretty well considering that damn chair just would not get off his lawn.

Gotta be better than Gruden.

Yes, but Orphan Black was awesome. Lost Girl occasionally rose to the level of okay.

This story should be linked in wikipedia under “sunk cost fallacy.”

Werewolves of London – Warren Zevon

I think we have to ask ourselves, what if the bombs didn’t come from a Trump supporter. What if they came from Trump himself? It’s at least as likely as the “false flag” idea. Would the GOP Supreme Court rule that as President, Trump is immune from prosecution? Can he just continue to send them out to anyone who

“I look forward to the Raiders being the first team in NFL history to draft 3 quarterbacks in the first round in next year’s draft.”

Punters. You mean, 3 punters. 

Don’t worry, it’ll never catch on.

Hey, at least Beckham did retire at half time.

Come on people, this comment deserves all the recommends.

She’s white. She will fail inexorably upwards.

I was half-expecting them to add, “the Jets, a football team from New York that plays in the NFL. No, seriously. They’re a real thing.”

White privilege. Wilful ignorance--the only explanation for Sullivan’s continued racialized worldview--is the opposite of disqualifying.

I’m sure there were Jews in Germany in the early 40s who said hateful things about all Germans. And I’m sure there was an Andrew Sullivan there to attack them for being just as bigoted and racist as the people who were sending people to the gas chambers.

I mean this in the nicest possible way, but thank goodness Rusty Staub died earlier this year. This would have killed him.

Wait, it’s about sharks? I assumed it was a biography of Meg Foster, star of “They Live” and “Blind Fury” and rightful heiress of the B-movie throne vacated by Karen Black. I would have gone to see that in theaters.

“one utterly convincing effect in Sam Worthington’s digitally withered legs”
Also, it rendered Worthington in three dimensions even though none of his portrayals have ever had more than one. So there’s that.