Eat shit.

Yes. I hate that. I am sick to death of that. Fuck that. And fuck you.

Angry? Ha ha, no: FUCKING. FURIOUS. We're six months into a christian COUP of America and YOUR KIND are dithering over language policing.

Okay, settled: I will say whatever I want and you will kindly shut the fuck up.

Or maybe it's not a big fucking deal what anyone says about her and that your tedious PC shit is tedious.

Or how about I say whatever I want and thought police take a running jump?

If alien invasion is inevitable, might as well lie back and try to enjoy it.

I dunno, I sort of lost all sympathy for the 9/11 widows way back in 2004 or so when they rejected ANY ecumenism and said there absolutely should not be a Museum of Tolerance at the base of the old WTC; it should be about THEM and THEM alone. Only their pain counted; all other deaths from terror or oppression were…

Of course if someone had said she was sexy that would also be unfeminist.

Did Meatloaf write Bat Out of Hell or just perform it?

Was the Christmas Special feature-length?

Ahem: Eight if you count the Ewok Adventures.

Oh and checked my Youtube subscriptions last night to see, to my delight, that Dan Bell had dropped a new Deadmalls video. In fact, it's a double header, featuring a walkthrough of TWO dead malls:

Ooh! I've seen the neo-silent-film version of Call of Cthulhu!

Four inches of rain in two hours Friday night. I live in a hilly district so every poor schmoe in a low spot or a garden-level apartment had minor flood. Actually, I half-suspect that different crews were all fighting the same stream of water at different points as it descended the hill. At the peak, our department…

Y’all must read this letter to Captain Awkward!

I was referring to the Life, Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness line.

How did Saddam threaten the US?

"Captain Frat Bro" is the way I've heard him described.

*slyly slips you my business card*