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Hey-O!

What the fuck?

Help me out. For some unexplained reason I’m in the greys... after posting here (AV Club) since the beginning of the changeover.

The veal piccata was excellent!

From what I’ve heard, if you listen to the rally yesterday, he announces that “we” are going to march down Pennsylvania Avenue to the Capitol. But, like a true coward, he doesn’t do it. He goes back to his servants/protectors and watches it all on TV from the White House.

Hell, my state is blue and “we” elected a high-school dropout who said she’s going to bring a gun to the Congress. 

I’m not a Springsteen fan or anything, but he did pull off one of the great cultural coups ever: he did a song with such an addictive hook that a Vietnam protest song became a hit in Reagan’s America... and nobody knew it.

Amid all the bullshit in his Tweets, I like how now it was a “sacred landslide election victory.”

Amid all the bullshit in his Tweets, I like how now it was a “sacred landslide election victory.”

2020 saw the 50-year anniversary of the Kent State massacre. The story—about the US military opening fire on protestors, killing four—was also quite relevant to this year’s events.  

I’m loathe to bring this up, because it’s become such a cliche, but...

I could talk about being nearly finished with Dune (finally broke down and watch some videos online about how to read it. It’s like, do I read the appendixes first, last, what?). I could talk about, at the urging of my musician friends, seeing what the big deal is about Cream’s Disraeli Gears (I’m about halfway there).…

I’ve noticed that for many people who’ve really paid attention to Trump’s presidency and the events that preceded it, there’s a tendency to, yes, be disgusted by the big, consequential things, but also to be befuddled by certain small, inconsequential things.

I was listening to something recently where they talked about how sociopaths/psychopaths can be spotted by their use of words... e.g., Say a guy breaks his wife’s nose during a violent argument. Later he’ll describe the occurrence not as ‘I broke my wife’s nose,’ but as ‘My wife’s nose got broken.’

Sugar Ray did a cover, for whatever that’s worth... if you like the original, it’s hard to criticize SR’s remake, as it’s the exact same song just with slick, mid-90s production. 

Damn I’d forgotten all about that Clarence Thomas sketch. That came out my senior year of high school, and I remember the next week even the teachers were cracking up about Long Dong Silver. 

I remember watching that and thinking, ‘so divorced fathers with shared custody of their kids get laid this much?... who knew?’ 

What this really made me think of was how prescient much of The Onion was back in the day:

To be honest I never saw the dog, or the joke; she just told me about it.