I remember watching footage of this when it happened, and I’ve never seen a sports injury quite as gruesome since. Horrific bone breaks and the like are terrible, but not like watching someone die from traumatic blood loss right before your eyes.

Just like Bobby Finger’s daily ordeal.

This is all just....too much. The whole thing reeks of the last horrific day at Jonestown, where a lot of effort was put into making it look like the victims were happy to ingest the poison that was soon going to kill them, but their terrified screams, pleas, and urgent struggles are right there on the tape, revealing…

The only dipshits who insist on being so willfully ignorant about the actual details of history are the ones who are invested in maintaining the status quo. Look, history serves a similar purpose to individual self-reflection—it’s where you can see where mistakes were made in thinking and actions, and seek better ways…

Who needs a new Silent Hill when you’ve got Ubisoft games?

“How would Horatio Alger have handled this situation? Stay calm. Stay Calm. I’m a relatively respectable person. A multiple-felon, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.”

Seriously this.

I wish he would read something as insightful as Reader’s Digest. But I have a hunch that he and Dolt .45 are the last 2 TV Guide print subscribers in the world.

“I Am Joe’s Complete Lack of Perspective”

I like how the Chief of Staff of the United States of America has a grasp of American history that goes no deeper than any typical Horatio Alger story or Norman Rockwell painting. I’ll bet he gets most of his information from his monthly editions of Readers Digest.

Yea strait up all you really need to do is say that was on me. And then not repeat the behavior.

My pet peeve is “I’m sorry if I offended you...”. It’s not actually apologizing, and it’s basically victim blaming that the “offended” can’t handle whatever happened.

Thank gods for us that he is constitutionally incapable of leaving Twitter alone. Otherwise his dumb, obscene ass might be able to adopt a veneer of civility and our idiot country would go along with it.

This is the sort of thing that’s over-thought because of all the poor examples that are on public display. A good apology is simple: I did it, I was wrong, it’s my fault, and I am remorseful for it. Every component of it is aimed at the self, with no outside influence or cause. Anything other than that is an attempt…

That’s Brentwood for you. It’s the rich part of greater Nashville and deeply, deeply red. It’s also superficial as hell. It’s a safe bet that a lot of people there would condemn these losers for making a scene in public rather than for their message.

The Twitter giveth, and The Twitter taketh away. Put the phone down, Donnie.

Ah, yes! The less-Trumpian middle aged white guy’s answer to the issues in society—the market always decides! See, it’s not actual people who make programming decisions; it’s The Market! Being unwilling to give women or people of color their shots isn’t anybody’s issue; The Market makes those calls! Never mind the…

Shit, if I was playing for the Colts, I’d fake calling-in sick, too.

I don’t know. I mean, I get it—standing up to them, in support of the targeted couple is difficult, and entails a lot of risk. At the same time, being all weepy about it afterwards and appealing to the idea of ‘loving’ everybody is pollyann-ish, and will do nothing to weaken the White Power 2.0 movement.

“I know he was doing Jagerbombs but he told me he was fine, so I gave him his keys back. How was I to know he’d run his F150 into a Church van?”