I think the problem is that the genre itself spawned in dime novels about bandits like the James Gang who were, in fact, ex-Confederate soldiers. And when the film genre’s most progressive voice in its early history was a fossil like John Ford (actually had a black recurring actor in his repertory company, didn’t…

From beyond the grave, a ghostly George Carlin speaks to us: “The word bipartisan usually means some larger-than-usual deception is being carried out.” 

I assume ‘Eastwood’s western movies’ = ‘westerns Eastwood acted in,’ as he hadn’t written or directed any Westerns at the time the original Beguiled was made (1971).

That’s too bad, I wanted to be able to see a two-hour movie and come out with the equivalent of a master’s degree in 19th Century American History and Sociology.

I think he and Mother Springer were named Little League Parents of the Year or some other honorific in Williamsport about 1-2 years ago. At least his fatherly bragging is interoffice, justified, and not part of an argument with human excrement Stephen A. Smith.

I guess a lot of the draft pick ones are just timing, like Utah sucking after getting Gale Goodrich or Seattle sucking after getting Gerald Henderson—- but that’s why the Lakers and Celtics are the Lakers and Celtics, while the Jazz and Sonics are..

It’s funny, all three times Moses Malone was traded was considered an all-time worst deal for the team getting rid of him (Braves to Rockets, Rockets to 76ers, 76ers to Bullets)

That must have been the Rockets’ very own “Process” in action, since it led to consecutive #1 picks (Sampson and Hakeem). And never let it be said the Lakers didn’t consistently fleece everybody through the 70s and 80s, either picking up superstars or dumping Gale Goodrich for the pick that became Magic.

I’m trying to transpose this ultra-rich-getting-ultra-richer current NBA model on the NBA of my youth, and it all ends with Hakeem (and the expiring contract of Sleepy Floyd) going to Boston in 1988 for Joe Kleine and the rights to Brian Shaw and Dino Radja.

“I’m sorry about my use of that term! It was occidental!”

The remaindered ones (along with every National Review columnist and reactionary yeller getting a book deal) are a vital component in building a 3-mile-high border wall from Tijuana to Matamoros.

“Hey, nothing’s Finn-al” said Jackson, exhaling a huge bong-load, causing several reporters to cough.

No, that would be Homer trying to jump Springfield Gorge on a skateboard, horrifically injuring himself in the process.

If you can’t build a Stein/Nader/FL recount/Russian hacking-proof lead running on 8 years of economic prosperity from your same-party predecessor (the second time against a hugely despised asshole only marginally tolerated by white men), then get the fuck out of the politics business.

Thankfully the writeup for the NL East can be more succinct.

Everybody wants to reduce him to a colorblind slogan spewer, and erase his firm stands on racial justice, economic justice, and against war every January whatevereth.

That’s right, Spain, EVERYBODY’S out to cheat you. But maybe your income tax system was UNCONSTITUTIONALLY PASSED IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT BY BILDERBERGERS.

A Ken doll line based on Trainspotting characters, with new junkie accessories.

Just imagine the New York Times, thinking “we need that hot young stud who bloviated endlessly about Whitewater when he was a Wall Street Journal hack,” file away as a “myth of the liberal media” exhibit.

That “earpiece feeding him lines” news strongly suggests that he was infected by Brandoitis when filming Don Juan De Marco.