Ready Player One is the literary equivalent of shit past its expiration date- a world where everything has gone to shit Michael Ruppert-style where the greatest hope for redemption is in how well you've fucking memorized War Games and Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Oh, and because the bad guys are so formidable,…

Apoplectic. Means having a stroke.

Fine but here's the thing. You claim to represent Jews and your comments are witless and pathetic. So, while I'm all for free speech and even Talmudic levels of debate, I'm thinking the best way for you to serve Jewry would be to do more homework and examine your own personal issues before posting more shameless…

What's shalom? Is that a foreign word?

Flattered to have you trolling me, but your presumption that commenting on a rock 'n roll article about a British band makes me English is just further evidence of your cluelessness about American culture, which diminishes the value of your opinions on the subject. Also, if you wanna review my comments, and you wanna…

So now you're trolling me. And still inaccurate. But by presuming that commenting on the Rolling Stones means I'm from England, you do confirm your cluelessness about larger American culture. And yet, you can't seem to understand that this limits the value of your opinion on an issue like American-Israeli relations.
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Nothing. But that doesn't mean "go in peace, stranger" to the Dothraki, does it?

Yeah, but that Love in Vain at Leeds though!

Right- plus he affixes the word "howl" to Morphine and I Got the Blues, though it's appropriate to neither. I'm not sure this guy even musics.

No it doesn't. Sympathy is the opening track on Beggar's Banquet.

Plus 1000 for the shout out to Mr. Escovedo. His Sway is indeed a slice of that demon life.

The other read on the episode title is that the mother herself needs mercy, which is why they paralleled Dany's swarming circle on a previous season finale with the chant (and ep title) Mirsa with her being cast in the eye of a Dothraki storm wholly dependent on their unlikely mercy for the mother.

This article is terrible. In what way is Can't You Hear Me Knocking honky tonk? And Let It Bleed is pop? Jesus, it's inaccurate adjective salad up in here!
Whatever this writer got paid for this he should donate in full to the southern charity of his choice.

The real winner in all of this is Jay Farrar, lecherously swooping down and snatching Megan Mullaly at her most vulnerable.

Kevin Motherfucking Sullivan!

If you don't like this mess, you at the wrong address!

Yeah well my brother's gay, so I know!

He's in a really good recent small movie called See Girl Run. It's on the Netflix.

Not just not Brooklyn, A-list not Brooklyn- not Park Slope!

Chet. Chet.