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Geraldine Blank
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I could probably throw a seven pound steak over that bar. Best of all worlds.

Greg the Bunny, surprisingly enough.

Countercountercounterpoint: many of Tony and Carmela’s conversations took place near their kitchen counter.

Good point. Adriana lives!

Counterpoint: but he did.

I couldn’t disagree more with that being the takeaway (which I’m not saying makes you wrong, just that I have a different interpretation, to be clear). I think the central message is that good and decent people like Marge prevail over the desperate immorality of people like Jerry et al. That’s why I like the series so

The Lombardis/Polians/Kipers of the football world live in a blissful state free from any accountability for being even close to right about anything. They are dead-ass wrong 85% of the time, and never engage in a moment’s analysis about why they got something wrong.

Agreed on the larger point, but he’s also chosen to make Mike Fucking Lombardi the font of NFL wisdom and hot takes for the Ringer. He could have elevated Mays or developed another Barnwell, or found another analyst who does something other than offer the same warmed-over bullshit that every other failed NFL exec

Fargo is a pretty big counter-example to that, isn’t it?

You really didn’t get the irony I pointed out, did you? You’re extrapolating all these things from sources other than the text of the article. I mean, you didn’t even realize that this wasn’t a review, so I’m not sure how closely you even read the thing.

If that’s the narrative about what the movie means, then the movie is toxic and people who like it are bad people.

You’ve lost me here. You’re upset that people would be upset with you if you admitted to seeing a thematically pro-NRA propaganda, racist fantasy of killing minorities? But you know that’s not what the actual article is about, right?

Or maybe I misunderstood: it is not a review?

It was certainly not my place, as a parasite on the film, to tell you that you should not see it on political grounds.

Their supplements got rid of 100% of the dongs in my liver. Miracle products!

Probably a mix of all, which is how art works. Is this really that controversial that so many people have their knickers in a twist about this?

You have misunderstood me if you think my point is that the only, or even most prominent, message in a movie like Deathwish* is that it “glorifies guns.”

Uh, ok?

I dunno. I always try to allow for the possibility of genuine stupidity, too.

My gigantic dong and flouride-free liver beg to differ.