Kinja has been really problematic lately. It used to log me out every time I switched sites (like from Jezebel to Deadspin) and every time I switched devices. That seems to have stopped but my comments still don’t show up a lot of the time, and then sometimes show up later. So maybe it was just Kinja acting up and…

Yeah, I remember seeing him interact with his ex-partner’s little girl, and it was not great. He taught her to throw her baby doll on the floor and scream,”Bad baby!”, which, whatever, but then he also taught her to flash the room by lifting up her skirt and saying “Girls gone wild.” That shit isn’t ok just cause…

How did you get banned? (Assuming you’re the real chocolatechips, and not an imposter) You always write such nice positive things!

But wait, how could eyewitnesses see that someone was cured of cancer? Cancer isn’t visible. I even skimmed the story to see if Tom was able to manifest a radiant healing glow or something, but nada. Lame.

*shush!* Don’t tell ;)

Seems like Kinja is jerking you around too. But Kinja knows best, so if it sends you to Jalopnik, there’s probably a greater purpose for you to serve there.

Damn, those are good. If you see Hard Diplomacy in the bookstore you’ll know I got published. (The really hardcore stuff will be under ‘Tumescent Shaft of Fiscal Responsibility’, and not available in average, prudish bookstores, obviously).

Pen name will def be something Conservative-y, but also sensual, like Throbbing Liberty

I used to work at a hospital lab, and there were freakin’ pathologists who routinely cut towards themselves. Cutting yourself while doing a dissection is a big freaking deal, and it was always the same dummies cutting themselves. So I second your advice. Also, try to curl your fingers under a little so your knuckles…

You seem like you live an interesting life.

Billy was scamming upper-class people out of a portion of their entertainment budget; the bankers were scamming poor SOBs with mortgages and pensions.

Really. You’d think the Fyre Festival debacle would’ve taught him he’s not clever enough to get away with these scams. Then again, maybe he started out with intentions of a legit ticket service, but a couple of marks were just so extremely gullible he couldn’t resist. (I mean, 15 people who are both dumb AND rich…

Sure there will be! I can sell you tickets!

Site isn’t too great on Safari either. I lost several beautiful comments, cause of the site reloading while I was typing. It’s not me I’m sad for, but all of you people denied my pure gold comments

They both felt it; a deep, nameless connection every time their eyes met. It made Rand shudder with disgust at the same time he shuddered with lust. He had never even felt this with his wife; how could a man make him feel this way? It was disgusting; a perversion he would never succumb to.

I know, for stark individualists they sure spend a lot of time justifying their viewpoint.

I read the lightbulb one when I was in like fifth grade, and liked it enough (without understanding any of the political implications), to check out more of her books. They just suck really bad. All tell, no show. Long, rambling speeches. The only thing I really remember from “Atlas Shrugged” is that the protagonist…

You bring up some good background about the area, but I think you might be giving this guy too much credit. It sounds like he really did just get mad over the brush piles; there’s no indication he ever spoke to Rand about other issues. To me they both sound kind of dickish, and the nice thing about dicks is sometimes…

That’s what I was rooting for at first, but aren’t affairs deeply prosaic compared to this tale of deep, deep pettiness? I just want to know if they ever actually TALKED about the brush pile, or if they communicated solely through actions.

I’m kind of surprised he didn’t make some huge stink about how taking the branches was LITERALLY THEFT! Because aren’t all Libertarians obsessed with property rights to an unhealthy degree? Demanding the missing branches be replaced with identical branches would have been the ultimate in pettiness.