Teixiera: (looks at banner) Logan’s Run Night? What does that mean?
Teixiera: (looks at banner) Logan’s Run Night? What does that mean?
This one is only slightly outrageous, wait until four ballparks from now when it’s called Elysium and only the ultra-rich, who are now little more than energy mists, can attend in 9 million quatloo luxury boxes.
“9 of out 10 sports department bottom-feeders can’t tell the difference!”
Of course with the dozens of GOPers in self-preservation mode jumping ship by the week, Whitman is more than just a sampler
Don’t get too sentimental about the recent past, that’s just another form of goalpost-shifting. Republicans may be different gradients of garbage but nobody in the current GOP since the last moderate purge should hold any elected position, much less Senator or President.
It’s most definitely on-topic, it gives him something to work towards and their daughter a lasting legacy by which to remember her Mom and and her Mom’s passion/work.
No problem, you weren’t the only one, I dismissed like a half-dozen others. That’s the problem with getting one’s (my) comment in early but not anticipating the hundreds of subsequent responses.
I was hoping for Tomsula to linger for one more season if only to hear DeForest Buckner exclaim “Dammit, Jim!”
I’ve had multiple responses in this vein, so I’ll just respond to yours: I was in no way imputing Bill Clinton’s decision to his wife, I was explaining by way of analogy how/why at one time I was a dissatisfied primary voter who sucked it up rather easily and voted Bill twice.
Gas, brake, honk. Sack, pick, sack. Honk, honk, punch
She was a dogged and interesting true crime sleuth (I heard her on several podcasts), and I wish she would have had time to bring her prowess to investigating the I-45 killings in my old neck of the woods (between Houston and Galveston).
Contact Max von Sydow for details. They seem very friendly and approachable; look, this one’s waving.
I preferred 1988's Teenage Suicide Squad (Don’t Do It).
You know, Fox Sports 1, the one between the Amazing Copper Pot and How The Fuck Does Cindy Crawford Remain So Youthful* 30-minute infomercials.
Ricky Ray Rector. He wasn’t handicapped at the time of the crime, but shot himself after its commission and became badly brain damaged. It was he was in that state that Clinton, seeking to shore up some tough on crime credentials in the 1992 primary, denied him executive clemency on his death penalty sentence.
Clearly the objective of distracting the populace from gross economic inequality and impending climatological catastrophe has been fulfilled by sports and pointless celebrity/reality show gossip/run-downs.
I guess we’ve just forgotten what a functional one looks like and expect the President to be magic. Oh well maybe the Trump-inspired Democratic straight-tickets will make it all work out in the end, even if it’s only the Senate (we can finally start appointing people)
It was a non-story before it ever became a story, but there are a lot of 24-hour news cycles to fill by people who seem not to care about policy or other down-ticket elections (I haven’t heard shit about the potential Democratic take-back of the Senate, which might include shitcanning McCain on any Gawker-related…
If it’s any consolation, it’s August three months before the election, I’m sure it’ll be a footnote on par with hardcore Tsongas supporters (Tsongans) who thought Bill Clinton was a slimy corporatist murderer of handicapped people, not that I’m bitter.