As I remember, Chris Evans is a wanker. A ginger tool with a countenance that makes Prince Charles look like People’s Sexiest Man alive.

WHY DIDN’T THIS SHIP SINK?

You’d think that. And yet, you’d be wrong.

Shit. I was supposed to be asleep for five.

Yaaaawwnnn

I like everything about my CX-5 except for the design and sound of the stereo. The boffins in the A/V Dept at Mazda hate their customers.

Take a closer look at the land that half-wits like Cliven Bundy have destroyed.

Respirated.

Yep. This morning’s NYT:

But there’s a bigger issue here, let me get to this issue here. Look, throughout the history of radio and broadcasting, from Orson Welles to Howard Stern, people have stood up for the right to say and the right to argue and the right to make points.

I haven’t listened to morning radio since I got back to the US in 1999. I can barely make it through an NPR broadcast these days. WHY THE FUCK ARE JOURNALISTS INTERVIEWING JOURNALISTS?

I thought it was this David Allen:

About the only thing a no talent hack like him can do.

You VILL ACCEPT. It is a BUSINESS TRANSACHTION.

My grandfather had one of these. In the 60s’s and 70's he and his pals went out into the Colorado Rockies and hiked and fished or just went out to dinner. One of the guys was wheelchair-bound due to polio. They used to strap his chair in the bed and off they went.

People are missing the point— Top Gear is not about cars. It’s about three idiots who happen to like cars, acting like nob-ends to each other, doing (at times) mildly interesting things that most 12 year old boys dream about when it comes to cars.

Of course. Shitbags like this ruin the image of “compassionate capitalism”, and the notion that drug companies are altruistic in nature. Which in turn fucks up campaign contributions because revenues are off.