No tolerance for dirty players.

Carter Wilkerson: most hockey name or most lacrosse name? Either way, a name whiter than the succulent breast meat used in those delicious Wendy’s nuggets.

A lot of people hate when things are questioned even if it’s just for fun. Anything that puts a hiccup or uneven thought into their straight and obtuse reality bothers them.

He rides around in a bulletproof Popemobile, so there have been attempts on his life at some point. Which opens up a whole other can of worms.

It’s a redneck town.

As you can see, that appears to be a factory. The factory is painted in a manner and context we humans may use for a religious painting, suggesting that there’s some quasi-religious “creator” factory that is possibly prayed to by the Cars-universe population.

You’re going to interrogate the “Turbo Teen” team next, right? Please?

“Torchinksy’s getting too close. Activate Contingency Omega.”

Notice that I said experience, not buy.

I am really into art, but when people take the art form and turn it into something that only the ultra-wealthy can experience, it really bothers me. Art is meant to express new ideas and spread them across the world. Limiting it to the ultra-wealthy is basically trickle-down art, meaning that 99.99% of people will…

True.

He grabbed Love’s arm to allow his teammate to grab a rebound. It’s a foul, but something that happens a dozen times a game. It’s not Olynyk’s fault that Love is made of glass.

When I see a master chef, all I see is a man or woman who will continually try and fail to come up with something better than the double cheeseburger.

Three good things:

Keep digging the hole you’re in and you’re going to hit China-America.

I don’t find it remotely surprising that a bunch of preppy, white, rich, probably conservative assholes were being racist.

I don’t need the FBI to be my friend or ally to think that their self-interests might temporarily align with mine. Stalin was an obvious evil, he was never on our side, but it was in his and our best interests to work together against a common enemy for a few years.

You (yes, you) are usually sharper and more incisive than this. The pendulum was swinging not between ‘bad’ and ‘good’ so much as ‘active traitor’ and ‘well, at least that law-enforcement officer has an obvious criminal to work against’.