This whole scene - the music, the people, everything - makes me love my little cheap-ass weight bench with the stereo in the bedroom so much.

Exactly.

Jesus, that score alone is a non-starter. Have we just stopped caring about hearing these same chord changes over and over, for ever and ever?

And so he is dead.

Made a big ol’ pot of brown rice & lentils last night, so it’s leftover hippie food tonight! :o9

“The rapper was previously on house arrest while awaiting trial on charges including aggravated battery of a pregnant woman, domestic battery by strangulation, false imprisonment and witness-tampering, but the judge let him off so that he could go on tour.”

Thanks very much for this additional information. A couple of items:

But this really is America. This is what we want, so this is what we get.

Can’t not star these.

We gotta draw the line somewhere. This thing would be embarrassing as a Hot Wheels car.

How rude!

She really is presenting in that photo. (And she’s showing us her pasta too.)

I really wanted to come up with a witty quip about this janky deal, but all I can think of is holy jesus this car is so monumentally BAD-ASS.

“Youth is wasted on the young.”

Too late! I starred ‘em both. :o)

You’re right, of course. Just some wishful thinking on my part, I guess. I forget that he’s just the tip of the shitberg.

Would it really be that, though? Sometimes I wonder what would happen if someone in a high position would just step up and check this asshole, right to his face. And no, I don’t really want anyone to make his nose squeak (well, I mean, sure, but... no). I’m talking about a proper, extended verbal dressing down that he…

That’s what it’s all about, right there.

I wonder if he would make a noise like one of those inflatable punching clowns? How exquisitely satisfying that would be:

These other world leaders are showing a surprising amount of restraint. I really expected at least one “Oh just sit down and shut up, you stupid, stupid man” by now. But I guess that’s why I’m not a diplomat. (Well... that, and also I don’t even have a high school diploma.)