My favorite part is how they build an impossible machine in record time just by throwing more money at it.

You're pretty off the mark with your take on Pat, though.

couldn't be worse than being called the Man Show Boy when you're 17. (raises hand sheepishly)

Ya know, not everybody lives or dies by your pet cause.

Why are people's feelings THE MOST GODDAMNED IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD to you? Don't you have anything better to do with your time than to stroke yourself off about how sensitive you are? You've been spewing garbage like this here since the first Obama Administration, at least.

Presenting the people "still spoiling for a fight"

link, please.

Certainly a more interesting discussion than the transgressions of old Saturday Night Live skits…

What are you supposed to do, constantly refer to her as Jill? "Jill went to the store to buy some food for Jill's Dinner. Jill paid for Jill's groceries and put the change in Jill's non gender identifying personal bag."

It's almost as if it's an American thing to find those things "Irredeemably" Racist or offensive….

horrifying? Like "seeing someone splattered by a train" horrifying, or "remembering you forgot to lock the front door" horrifying?

I hate to sound like one of those people who constantly says "This is why Trump won the election" but this is an example of how actual social progress is impeded by morons who misapply it. They seem to think it give them a free pass to foster active hostility with the rest of the world, regardless of intent.

Hmmm… Does her husband know about that?

Maybe Laverne Cox knows better than to open up that can of worms with Jill Solloway. It'd be like bringing up human suffering in Africa around Bono, dude probably still be monologuing about it right now.

but I thought Jame Gumb wasn't transgender, just a psycho who wanted to wear women's skin as a suit? Rejected for gender reassignment surgery by many clinics for not being psychologically suited for transitioning? Of course, the average moviegoer probably didn't pick up on that, granted….

I've never even had the pleasure of being shown a house by a real estate agent, so maybe that's just your personal experience, dipshit.

How does it feel to actually stand for nothing, finger pointing your only goal?

you must have either a shit ton of money or a government job with benefits.

Imagine how much fun can be had with having an opening scene featuring a dehydrated, determined killer cowboy wandering through the desert, hallucinating and seeing strange shit that's ACTUALLY there. Oh man I might just have to go to Nevada again and drunkenly wander through the desert on my own (like when I last…

Smashcut to Johnny Cash impersonator sitting in the corner, sunglasses on, smoking and strumming an acoustic.