Clooney’s quote is worthless, and more irritating than if he said nothing at all. Not only does he join the chorus only when it’s safe to do so, but he, at the same time, cushions himself with distance from the offending behavior. Thanks for taking a stand, George. Ballsy, man. (eyeroll)

Make sure to try the ‘Culture and Heritage Simulation’ rooms! It’s like experiencing them, but without all the...(dismissive, derisive tone)....distasteful types.

That’s one of the most confusing things about this surreal landscape we’re in these days—the willingness of all these journalists and politicians to meekly bend in service to Donnie without any real benefit. I knew long ago that Donnie will never be called on anything, because nobody is willing to stand against him…

Shut up, you clueless fuck. I’m just saying, let’s be real, you goddamn moron—shut the fuck up. You and your ilk shit on the victims and their families every single time you take a route like this. You care for nothing but you and those who agree with you, and as such, you’re not even decent citizens of this country.…

This is the most insipid, tone-deaf, weak-as-a-kitten excuse for some dipshit being unable to refrain from indulging their hobby that I’ve ever fucking seen. If you want to discuss and teach about the rise of Nazi ideologies, focus more on the race baiting and identification of subsets of the populace that have been…

In a story that is nothing but a series of nightmares, the worst is that he was stopped....for riding a fucking bicycle without a light. Absolutely NOBODY was ‘served’, nor ‘protected’ by this senseless bullshit. This man is fucking dead, because he was riding a bike. Wiped off the face of the Earth, murdered, never…

And somewhere, on a practice field somewhere, Roberto Aguayo smiles and softly chuckles to himself, then promptly misses another kick.

Why the fuck isn’t Thompson telling them to stay out of the facility?? Why can’t these guys put some boundaries around these warts every now and then?!

Also, don’t forget the reflexive ‘THERE’S NO WAY HE COULD’VE DONE IT ON HIS OWN!’ drive to find a conspiracy surrounding it. No fuckin’ way an (ding!) old (ding!) white (ding!) dude could use (ding!) assault weapons to complete the worst mass shooting in history, right?

Yeah, see, the clue as to the validity of the endorsement is right there in the title of the endorser. There’s no fucking way the NRA would endorse anything that would endanger a single thread of the fabric of their existence. This endorsement is as worthless as an alt-right Nazi fanboys claim that they will no longer…

The intensity of his remorse loses a bit of it’s luster when you realize he’s been paying off his settlements for years. And that last paragraph, where he’s throwing up every single distraction he can find to cut off the anger that’s coming his way, makes him even more disgusting. Had he been sincerely remorseful, he…

Watching McDavid obliterate the Flames reminded me of the games and sports I used to play with the old man when I was a kid. He was never one of those to let kids win, because the idea that it was neat to see the joy on kids’ faces when they were having fun never found much purchase with him. My complaints and wails…

And throughout the land, Gronkowski and 7th grade boys nodded knowingly to each other, because of the unspoken bond between them all. No words were needed, for they had already been said.

The speed with which these shithead right wingers have started the search to find the conspiracy theories behind the massacre is fucking disgraceful. Because there’s no WAY a white dude could do something like this, right? These subhumans shit on the lives lost and forever changed with this fucked-up bullshit, but you…

This is about as shocking as finding out that fire is hot. Harassing Latinos? Inmate abuse? Obama-hating? Hell, those attributes are ‘Go Directly To Sainthood. Do Not Pass Go’ cards for today’s proud right wingers. I mean, these subhumans haven’t even waited for the bodies of the Vegas massacre to cool off before…

Yeah, that whole thing had the sense that it was nothing more than watching a lamb being led to slaughter.

Man, I coulda sworn my city would be in the running, but I guess the $3.74 available for kickbacks and bribes, and the primary selling point being limited to gambling in casinos that would be considered ugly and garish back in 1986, just wasn’t quite enough.

Haha! Why yes, the first few minutes of seeing such a grossly oversized strap of skin and muscle flay around like a stiffer version of one of those windsock puppets is a bit amusing! Three minutes later, though, you’ve stopped laughing and are already enraged by the need for a beach towel every time the dog starts…

With the whole ‘shaggy intensity’ thing Blackmon’s got going on, he’s an almost dead ringer for Werth! Why, the only way to tell them apart is when you see that Blackmon’s talent is significantly better than ‘platoon player who got paid after a couple of really good seasons’!

Yeah, this whole ‘Mooch, baby!’ thing that was going on for a few weeks was fun and all, but anybody who sees it as anything more than an ‘unknown becomes known for a bit, then immediately reveals utter unsuitability for job, along with the fact that he’s a reprehensible asshole of a human, then slinks back off into…