radical-idealist
radical idealist
radical-idealist

If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone.” -Michael Corleone

Yeah watched that Sunday night, woke up Monday morning in a complete fog, nauseous and with a headache. What the Assad regime is doing to its people is the shit out of nightmares, and yet they resist: a local rebel leader is a 24-year-old who’s lost just about anyone and everyone of importance in his life, and yet

Oh sure everything looks bad if you remember it!

This is The Root. What did you expect?

Let us begin commenting like we know every single detail

Airports with the weirdiest demon eyed statues, ranked:

Looks familiar...

Always a risky move to name something after a beloved but still living figure. Just ask the kids at the William H. Cosby School for Girls and the folks who have to commute through the Jerry Sandusky Bus Depot.

The internet works fast:

Dude, just a few days ago you wrote an entire piece about how that white painter chick couldn’t paint the Till painting.

If they’re looking for an unoccupied space that’s hosted bowls, how about Mark Davis’ head?

An away game with half the team injured and a new coach. Can’t really expect 6-0 every game.

I will never not be amazed that the Blazers convinced the Nuggets that they needed to sweeten the Nurkic pot with a first-rounder to get Mason Plumlee, who, btw, had 0 points on 0-4 shooting in 16 minutes off the bench tonight.

Gah! Javascript is a miserable excuse for a programming language, and you should be ashamed of suggesting that it’s suitable for backend development in any way shape or form. Even Brendan Eich regrets it’s creation, and he created it.

“To go from such a good win against Chile to a loss in Bolivia...Argentine football still has a long way to go.”

yep, uh-huh, alright, i guess

THIS is how you “front man”.

Picture the tiny, ridiculous car below, but with a 200-watt stereo (12" sub box in the hatch), windows down, blasting the Electric CD loud as fuck. That was me in 1987. :o)

Ugh. Hate javascript. With a passion.