Right, there’s no new housing in NYC. Not any. No new giant luxury condo and apartment buildings blighting Brooklyn neighborhoods. No new high-rises in Manhattan. Right.

Going to the Jiffy Lube doesn’t inflate the renters’ market to a ludicrous point where nobody but the wealthy can afford to live in an entire city. Paying $3000/month for a fucking toilet paper concierge does.

No, it’s what happens when idiots with more money than sense pay wildly inflated prices for empty status. Don’t try to take the free will of myopic idiots out of your “free market” model. There are options other than “pay whatever amount of money anyone asks for what I want.”

If I’m paying $3k/month for a bedroom and sharing a bathroom, motherfucking angels better float down from the clouds to wipe my ass for me. That is absurd, and the idiots paying it give zero mind to the long-term and far-reaching consequences of their bland, idle lives of (you can’t call it “luxury” because they’re…

And this is his hideous pink settee, is it?

His art is a blessing. I only hope we are a long way from his peak, which could be truly transcendent if he continues this trajectory.

*when they kill us dead in the streets fo’ sho’

I’ll give him $10 to have a rat gnaw that thing off his head.

They’re clearly going to flounder a bit in the transition from The Cabal as Big Bad to whatever is coming next. But, yeah, the tangential one-offs are usually the weak episodes. Stick to international intrigue and leave the wacked-out serial killer plotlines to The X-Files.

OH MY GOD THAT’S WHO THAT WAS.

It’s not Burke’s fault that the author of the original comment conflated deficit and debt, since deficit is what the article is concerned with.

I’ll probably watch some of it, but I know the fatigue will set in early. This was the most ridiculous media circus, and the most blatant public miscarriage of justice I had witnessed at the time. As a young punk-rocker in that day I even made myself a shirt that said “Who gives a shit about O.J.?” I can’t see myself…

Yep. Golden retriever. So not right.

Why does it have to be either/or?

Hey, look, I can cherry-pick, too!

I suppose that will help you learn about how useful arbitrary assumptions are. I’d say as you get older, in fact, you begin to realize just how different 46 and 60 aren’t.

I’ll admit to some hyperbolic exaggeration, but, honestly, if someone were to tell me that lady is 60 years old, I would believe it.

1) not for 20 years, now, but I do visit my mother. It makes her happy. Usually.