We get it, tarp. You won a game of Trivial Pursuit. Don’t have to brag about it.

Venezuela was fucked under capitalism, too. I love how people tend to have selective, and terribly short, memories when it suits their ideological outlooks. Or perhaps they never had memories to begin with, but simply chose to be completely fucking ignorant about everything other than the narrow target of their…

Since he’s so passionate about government types, maybe he should look up oligarchy.

You had to go and ruin Vin Scully for me.

Sherman [burns down established thinking]

Thank you. Came here to say how particularly repugnant it is for the guy whose corporation is known for devastating local hardware stores to have the chutzpah to complain about it being hard to start a small business these days. And for him to say that he’d never be able to start Home Depot these days? Well no shit,…

Hey, you know what else is bad for small businesses? Gigantic chain like Home Depot that move into mid-sized towns and drive those small hardware shops out of business.

That half court shot goes in, and it’s the greatest basketball final at any level.

Butler over Duke. Hands down no question.

2001 Yankees, over the Diamondbacks. I know it’s the Yankees, but goddamn, the country would’ve had a feel good moment after so much misery, and Curt Schilling is the absolute worst.

They’re not saying “Booo” they’re saying “Your failures are now microcosms of our own miserable existences; come join us in our self-loathing, slow march to our TOOOOOOMBS!”

The world actually caters to the .1% who have 90% of all the wealth.

Rocket, Wood, Unit, and now Scherzer.

It is amazing the way they give you no hope, then give you hope, only to rip it from you once again.

(the nickname is, sadly, not a nod to the delicious bounty of sliced pig).

[Frinkiac]

Looks like the silver text at the bottom of the white part of the label is the lyrics to “This Land Is Your Land.” Somehow, I doubt Woody Guthrie had a private company’s shamelessly jingoistic, nakedly capitalistic summer ad campaign in mind when he wrote the great secular, socialist folk anthem.

there’s plain old, garden variety wrong, and then there’s loud wrong: