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First and foremost, I’m sorry that the writer experienced these things. My initial observation is that the writer clearly was let down by poor, likely disengaged or perhaps sexually repressed parents who did not prepare them for a world of possibilities, of being surrounded by juveniles doing nor arm them with the

The first things that strikes me: the writer clearly was let down by poor, likely disengaged or perhaps sexually repressed parents who did not prepare them for a world of possibilities, nor arm them with the clarity of vision and confidence in character necessary to make choices, including the people with whom

The first things that strikes me: the writer clearly was let down by poor, likely disengaged or perhaps sexually repressed parents who did not prepare them for a world of possibilities, nor arm them with the clarity of vision and confidence in character necessary to make choices, including the people with whom

The first things that strikes me: the writer clearly was let down by poor, likely disengaged or perhaps sexually repressed parents who did not prepare them for a world of possibilities, nor arm them with the clarity of vision and confidence in character necessary to make choices, including the people with whom they

Here’s the thing: we all like to think our demographic is privy to unique wisdom. For Gen X, ours is quiet determination despite societal nihilism, despite what hindsight illuminates: we were the last free generation—left to our own devices in an era before helicoptering and structured activities. True to form, we

Boebert. (insert hacking up hairball sound effect here.) That’s enough.

This was my 1986 Caravan that my wife and I bought with 64,000 miles in 1995 and drove all over North America for years after, often in the guise of a stealth RV (all those van life kids in their 100K builds can suck it.) We brought our twin daughters how from the hospital in Eugene, OR and moved them to western PA 5

I’m all for running perverts, racists and predators out of business, but we’re at the place where people get their careers ruined because they’re jerks or sphincters or, gosh and golly, just not darned nice enough? That Bull show, and the legal soap opera that just got cancelled, are big time yawners, but still.

I’m all for running perverts, racists and predators out of business, but we’re at the place where people get their careers ruined because they’re jerks or sphincters or, gosh and golly, just not darned nice enough? That Bull show, and the legal soap opera that just got cancelled, are big time yawners, but still.

You’re on the wrong side of this one. If you’re part of a couple making $160,000 you don’t need a stimulus handout, you are RICH, at least from the perspective of people working for $15/hour, who make about $31,000. When did “real democrats” start wanting to enrich the already comfortable. This money isn’t for making

My favorite moment in football history! Urlacher the douche gets run over by The Bus.

Jesus, this is brilliant writing. Thank you. “Cotton is a racism farmer.... I bet he only became a senator to enact his secret plan to repeal the 13th Amendment.” That’s a paragraph I wish I’d written--not to mention accurate as foque. 

Shaquille O’Neal is really a Norwegian fishmonger named Ludvig Sjostrom.

I just choked on my Bloody Mary. You win the internet today!

I believe Matt Gaetz to be totally incapable of loving anyone or anything except Mitch McConnell’s flappy jowls and $6 bottles of vodka.

She was beating on that dog in the video.

I keep a shortcut to this video on my desktop, and click it whenever I’m feeling down, or cynical. It’s an instant pick-me-up. I dream of the day someone gets close enough to Trump to sock him in the jaw. 

Sucks, but reinforces my overall lack of faith in human nature, but then again, aren’t most of those Walmart folks on assistance because of the crap wages they get? That said, Mr. Connor, on a personal note, no one should have a shitty Christmas. You’re always welcome at our house. I’ll even learn to cook grits and

He became my hero that day. Anyone with such a high degree of self-possession and dignity, who feels the game so profoundly that he loses his shit like that, is a guy you want on your side.