Towards the Bronx I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering A-Rod; to the last I boo at thee; from hell’s heart I drunkenly shit-talk thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at Yankee.

Can confirm we are the worst, but as a Scorpio: Would you like to hit it? Please? I’ll bring the weird stuff!

Was it Yanny/Laurel? 

TEAM NAME IDEA: The LA Cherubs, but they’re the scary fucking cherubim from the Book of Ezekiel that are whirling topaz wheels covered with eyes, even on their hands and wings, and they have a confusing number of faces. 

If you’re new to Behind the Bastards, the eps with Billy Wayne Davis or Cody Johnson and Katie Stoll tend to be the most fun. It Could Happen Here is brutal.

I can’t get enough of the livefeeds; they’re terrifying and thrilling.

Reasonable! I get the sense that it’s mostly a focus aid for baby witches, who may have an easier time connecting through narrative and character than pure energy-seeking. 

As I understand it (and I’m no expert, I’ve just read a bit), you generally aren’t trying to invoke, say, grey-eyed Athena of the Odyssey, because she would wreck your shit for presumptuousness. It’s more about connecting with a personification of wisdom, victory, fearlessness, and owls. (Witches love owls.) 

Robert Evans is doing amazing work in Portland, God bless him. Not sure if you caught the livestream last night, but he got tear gassed four or five times.

Also, there’s a new Bastardspod out tomorrow dunking on Ben Shapiro’s book again. Can’t wait. 

To be fair, they were right, just fifteen years early! 

You know a lot of fancy boat words. 

OH NO BABY

When I was six, I was in the 4th of July pageant in my crappy small town, singing “Yankee Doodle Dandy” with a hobby horse and an Uncle Sam hat. At the top of the stage right steps, I leaned on a flimsier-than-I-realized railing. It shattered. I landed face-first on a piano wheel, earned my very first concussion, and…

This might be just a personal reaction, but “I could manipulate you into sex whenever I wanted” carries a slut-shaming implication that hits me hard, regardless of Sarah’s personal history with her sister and brother-in-law. I don’t mean this as a criticism! It just raises interesting questions about consent in time…

It was a bummer he lied to her about never having slept with her before she joined him, but at the same time he didn’t force anything and it was ultimately her choice to get physical.

If you’d actually read Guns, Germs, and Steel, you’d know that the reason that the domestication of animals was uncommon in the Americas was due to the lack of suitable animal candidates, not a lack of “evolution” (and weird, eugenicist word choice there!) of Native peoples.

I’m happier to pay for the omelette, though, because that requires a fair amount of skill to prepare. (Also, because at my spot, it comes with toast, potatoes, iced tea, and a side of sass from the server.) I totally get *why* an upscale toast can cost $9, especially avocado toast (avocado hand is not a joke, Jim!),…

I also wanted more of him, but I appreciate the restraint the screenwriter used — a lazier movie would have used his character for cheap, gory sight gags to get out of difficult scenes instead of trusting the actors and dialogue to do the heavy lifting. 

New Hampshire, so she should be speaking an Algonquian. Oh, she can’t; most of those languages are dead because we genocided their speakers so thoroughly. 

Want to hear a weird one? Theresa May does this too. 

A conspiracy theory I’ve seen floating around Twitter is that DeVos actively wants parents to be terrified to send their kids back to public schools, and anyone who can afford it is driven to private schools. That way, she can continue dismantling this country’s public school system without elites’ opposition.

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