That took 6 minutes. A new record I think.
Who do I root for? On one side, we have a nonverbal orange-haired monster, concocted by capital to appeal to and siphon money from unsophisticated rubes, who has irritatingly saturated social media and (perhaps due to forces somewhat beyond his control) politicized sports. The other is Gritty.
“Before the ocean and the earth appeared— before the skies had overspread them all—the face of Nature in a vast expanse was naught but Gritty uniformly waste.”
DC is strange in that a metro stop often substitutes for the neighborhood name when describing where you live.
A: I live near the Columbia Heights station.
Q: So you live in Columbia Heights?
A: No, Mount Pleasant.
I moved here from NY. I really draw out that a
That’s a much more recent development. I spent the first two decades of my life in D.C. and still visit regularly, and it was quadrant first, streets second. That neighborhood shit snuck in with the whites, as they tried to class up the neighborhoods where cats used to buy crack (e.g., Petworth).
Hopefully for kicking the shit out of Marchand for no reason.
Tom Wilson’s suspension is up but he’ll probably just get another.
AND, they get to play their rival game against Tennessee.
It’s sad when reading about an angry white man in a Texas neighborhood confronting black children, that my first thought is “Oh good he kept his gun at home.”
Start the clock on the eventual Beto O’Rourke photo op with Grandma and her Grandbabies. I ain’t even mad.
As despicable as I’ve always known the right is, if had told me a few years ago that the GOP would be able to thrive by openly courting the support of the Neo-Nazi and pro rape voters, I would have asked how much do you want bet.
I still think there’s probably a better than 80 percent chance that Kavanaugh is confirmed, but the president choosing to go after Ford yesterday suggests one of two things: A: He’s a little worried about where this is headed or B: The Times piece on his financial crimes distracted him and put him off message. Either…
honestly? a mascot that slips twice and then hits a guy in the back with a t-shirt gun is the PERFECT mascot for the flyers
It’s the best kind of joke. It’s long and not really funny*, but it makes other people look like rubes when they fall for it.
One day, the people of Washington DC will wake up and realize that if they want to affect real change, they should do what the rest of us do: call their representatives in congress