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I think about global warming every time my mother or Aunt make assertions that their respective condominiums in Florida (both within 500 feet of the coast) should remain in the family for “generations to come”. Uh, okay mom, maybe for your grandchildren but probably not mine. 

I disagree. This commercial was extremely irresponsible, as it encouraged my son Maverick to fly his jet fighter too low in pursuit of Japanese sports coupes, and to cause his ego to write checks that, alas, his body could not cash.

I was thinking the same thing. But when I harken back to my days of selling Fords in the 90s, I remember how indifferent buyers were towards the Explorer Sport, which was just a 2 door Explorer. I wonder if giving it a totally separate name would have awakened  them out of their idiot stupor and kept their attention.

The Taos doesn’t do anything new because it doesn’t need to. It only needs to be a slight variation of the same wheeled toaster to grab the attention of the masses and procure for Volkswagen another sliver of the pie. And when engineering something as mundane as a new Oh Shit Handle (that thing by your ear that you

Seriously, right? Just last month I accidentally butt-dialed Boston Escorts and butt-specified them to send a “woman of color” to my New Hampshire address. Totally by accident! And mistakenly butt-paid them from my Bitcoin wallet. And did they give me a refund? Hell no! To be fair, I probably should have mentioned my

Shit, I’ll take a ‘15 Miata off your hands for the payoff.

Let’s just consider that these ditch diggers succeed in “creating a society”. Who is going to teach Science class at their town school? Oh wait, never mind: seven straight periods of Wood Shop. But who will run the recycling center? (“Recycling?? Pfft . . . fags.”)  And what about the organic farm stand?  Oh, never

Seriously. If you’re going to be trawling for attention in Monaco, you want the plebes to see your most recent rhinoplasty. 

“Our new V8 powered alarm will warn Americans that they are about to be turned into a melted pile of smoldering pink stink. What should we call it?”

This story is classic Massachusetts. I’d be shocked if such shenanigans did not occur. 

No time for jokes, but . . .

Remember when shitheads like this stayed mostly among their own, sequestered up in the woods, whacking off to the impossible dream of “our revolution?”

This entire concept is totally awesome, and kits will only get better/cheaper. And while we’re looking for transplant ideas, consider also the massive numbers of solid, rust free project rides strewn about our warmer states just waiting for such a project. I’m thinking along the lines of this:

Really? I drove an RX-8 at Skip Barber and it was perhaps the best handling car I’ve driven. It’s almost telepathic. Even the corporate retreating noobs could reel in an accidental drift without issue. I only wonder if the electric drivetrain would mess with the balance.

Screen shotting this.

This wins. Period.

+1. The discrepancy in education alone is robbing our country of untold number of talented and creative humans who just might be another Elon Musk or Steve Jobs. But we’ll never know because the assholes who run this country believe that such people could only come from white society.

This dumbfuck represents the heart of Trumpville in our state. All states have theirs and we’re no different. But yeah, he’s far from the only asshole here.

In these United $tates of America, this is the correct action. When so very, very few can be trusted to do the right thing, you’ve got to hit motherf*ckers in their wallet. Politicians,  corporations, and plain old dumbass individuals need to be reminded that laws exist and that an army of lawyers in the Land of

Those are some very cool looking Sennas. I can finally appreciate the car’s ugly-but-effective design. But I don’t think I’d pay whatever price premium McLaren is going to charge. They just don’t carry enough brand cachet to bring that value to the “limited edition” angle. I’d rather buy a used, near-zero mile Senna