White dude here.  Still wondering how some of haven’t read this memo yet.  

Not sure why this still needs to be said, but apparently it does: fellow white people, don’t use that word. Don’t say it in public, don’t say it in private, don’t say it to yourself. Just. Don’t. Say. It. Ever.

It’s still early, but I see great things for this comment

Theoden rules because he’s correctly convinced that he’s not that great of a king. But when it’s time to step up, he steps the fuck up, and that’s what makes him both human and kingly.

Having fell in love with Fellowship when it was released (and, having started work at a cinema, getting to see it and The Two Towers many times each), I can’t remember being more excited for a film than this one – or having a more emotional reaction to one. From “I can’t carry it for you” onwards I seemed to remember…

I immediately thought she was pregnant before I even read what this story was about?? To me it’s like the “pregnancy, my center of gravity is different” stance.

I choose to believe the alternative facts in this one matter. I will not relinquish my certainty that this “peace-loving” man who fetishized his gun collection accidentally pulled that trigger, shot those darts into his balls, and zapped himself into a cardiac arrest. It is too pure and beautiful an image to surrender.

Are we sure the woman who was trampled wasn't just a Damn Yankees fan?

Why can’t you let us have our fun?

For what it’s worth, Minaj has always contended that she didn’t know she was sampling Chapman when she recorded “Sorry,” and was instead using elements from Shelly Thunder’s “Sorry”—which is a reggae cover of Chapman’s song

No, no no no no NO!
Fuck that entitled piece of extreme white privilege shit. Rewind to when she was gloating about never going to class, insinuating that she knew her parents bribed her way in even though she said she never wanted to go in the first place since she’s a self-proclaimed “celebrity influencer”.
Oh but she…

I’ll take most of Tug of War as well.  

“Ram” and “Chaos and Creation in the Backyard” are two of Paul’s most underrated, fantastic albums.

I think they’ll need an exorcist too. That place is soaked in pure evil.

Then Pence returned to his coffin for another decade-long nap. 

I mean, I can definitely picture Trump making a speech this afternoon to reports and working himself all the way up into a rage-stroke and collapsing right there in front of everyone. Heck, I’m picturing it right now....

It already is:

I can’t wait for the Obamas to be able to set foot in the White House again as Biden’s honored guests. Joe and Barack gonna be having cookouts on the lawn every weekend. I can’t wait

Imma have to burn one for all my Philly Jawns and ATLiens today. Y’all gave me the best birthday present ever: a Trump eviction notice.

Big ups to Stacey Abrams for saving the country.