They already do it to everyone, except for the police and your policy-makers. You are being watched right now, by satellites your taxes bought. Anyone with the clearance could read a full report on every moment of your week to date in thirty seconds. They know what you look like naked. They know what you really eat…

Well, they say if you marry a cop or a firefighter or a soldier or a doctor you accept that certain things simply come with that relationship. Some folks might be way into it.

Here I go yet again...

I’m loathe to even stick a toe in these waters, but yeah... the Clintons are just plain dirty.

Well then, we do have some common ground to share. I think Saturday Night Fever is an appalling movie. I sat through it as part of a film course back in college; the instructor is a nephew of a former president of that same college, and took the assignment as an excuse to screen all his favorite movies and struggle to…

I’ve been flagging them as spam or harassment; don’t know if that works, but I fear GM might be allowing racist flag to continue unimpeded to keep threads active.

I don’t think it’s about right vs. wrong, just a matter of taste. I love camp, and some crap. I could watch the 1966 Batman movie any old time but don’t ever want to suffer through Batman & Robin again. I love Travolta in Broken Arrow, but can’t stand him in Grease. I enjoy a good pop-culture wallow, but even I have…

I could go for some coconut shrimp, yum.

Right? What a fuckin’ quitter.

Oh Angela, come to me darlin’, I’ll console you... ‘til I’m a dried-out husk.

These guys are trolling for strange cock on Tindr while publicly decrying the “humma-sexshyul” agenda; they’ve actually gotten pretty good at having it both ways, at least until they get outed.

If you allow them education, they may wind up too smart to vote for your agenda to slowly destroy their lives, generation by generation.

They keep oozing out from between the bars, like some sort of feces-based Jell-O.

Pretty sure it’s illegal to burn garbage in a public area.

I hates Grease!

That they empathize with cruel, self-serving aggressors tells you everything you’ll ever need to know about their personal character. Trust that they’d be screaming a different tune entirely were they on the receiving end of such “protection,” and demanding your empathy as well.

Goddammit, now it’s stuck in mine! And I fucking hate Grease!

They sell those at Walgreen’s?

Lex Luthor had better wig game back in ‘78!

Jesus; Travolta and Preston actually look like their own Madame Tussaud’s statues. Y’know, if someone had forgotten to adjust the showroom’s humidity over the weekend.