It’s sweet that you think Ernest Cline is aware of stuff outside of the 1980s

For a double bill showcasing the worst of 2018's toxic nostalgia, creative bankruptcy, and fundamental slick shittiness, settle in for Ready Player One and Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom.

I’ve always assumed Ashton Kutcher drove a dumptruck full of money up to his house.

Thanks for reading, Bill.

This clown’s fate, entirely crafted by his own words and actions and the rightful consequences to them, might be the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.

And they lose out to the scat eating incest loving Aristocrats.

They bombed the ever-living shit out of northern Australia as well and captured a lot of ours as POWs. There are a lot of Australians of a certain generation who never learned to be okay with Japanese people. (They should, it was a long time ago now.)

Japanese in WW2 were every bit as evil as the Nazis.  They were just mostly evil against Asians, so people don’t care as much.

Really? Is this worse than Seth McFarlane singing a song about seeing the ladies in the audience’s tits?

It should have been George Wallace

Years ago, I was watching a mastectomy of a transman. The before photo of the nipple was censored but the post-surgery nipple was not. It was the exact same nipple, but less breast tissue and fat behind it, and suddenly it was acceptable to show on TV. -__-

cum town?

I love how South African Hank Scorpio has all of the markings of the Apartheid dictator era in his company, even down to the theft “inspiration” of the company’s name itself. Reports just verify what I already know from people who work there. Dude is a supervillain, straight up.

And since I’m grousing, fuck any love for George Bush Senior. Thousands of gay men died because of his inaction, but his dumbass gets to live into his nineties. His family is scum.

I could do it for you.

President Carter keeps burying his successors. Well done, sir.

I enjoy this show so much, but I hope they have an endgame in mind.  I’m always surprised at the turns they take and the story they’ve managed to tell, but I worry about it going too long.

Proud Boy Magazine sounds like the kind of title you’d see on a fake soft-porn magazine used to dress a set for a low-budget late-60s “coming of age” flick.