I get the no harm no foul bit, and I commend your chill attitude, but if one of my parents or in-laws tried to baptize one of my kids behind my back, I’d flip my shit.

I was baptized as a Catholic as a baby, then when I was a young teen converted to nondenominational evangelicalism (your basic Bible thumper). I was encouraged to get baptized again, though nobody indicated that my salvation was in any way in jeopardy if I didn’t. To the evangelical fundy set, baptism was just a…

I was baptized as a baby, but if my own renunciation of the existence of god and general shit talking on the whole pile of nincompoopery, not to mention my deeply sinful life choices, didn’t invalidate that, then it’s hard to imagine what (short of murder and/or crimes against humanity) would.

Sweet fupa, herr fuhrer.

Richard Spencer used to attend a Crossfit gym in Brooklyn that I also, until recently, was a member of (wonderful group of people, but I moved). He was before my time, but I understand that there was a real issue, noted by many, with his smell. He was just plain old stinky. Keep in mind that this is a gym in which…

It really bears repeating often that the LA Times is a garbage paper.

Let’s not be too hasty to adjudge Musk sane.

Or young guys, as long as everyone’s keeping their hands to themselves. I find the existence of porno theaters (anachronistic as they are in the internet age) where patrons are not allowed to wank very strange. I mean, what, am I supposed to just, like, watch quietly?

Well, with those last three, I’m just turned on by how perfectly looped those gifs are.

Be poison.

I’ve done that weird “I think I know you, but can’t immediately place it, so I’ll just say ‘hi’ a little overenthusiastically” thing upon encountering a famous person. It probably happens all the time to celebrities and I can’t imagine it ever not being weird.

Yup. I have very little patience and almost no “deal with bullshit” buffer when I’m travelling. Also, there’s at least an even chance this BiL was engaging in shitty escalator etiquette (this is rampant!) and therefore deserved every bit of assholery he encountered. Or Cooper could be a shitheel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Exactly. “Going to the center” in terms of policy is a losing proposition because the Dems can’t out-Republican the Republicans. The middle-American distaste for the Democrats, to the extent that it exists, isn’t about policy anyway. Blue collar white people aren’t parsing policy minutia and deciding that they…

Better than pointing fingers at state parties is getting involved in your state party. Join a local Democratic club, or start one. Rally likeminded friends to attend local and then state conventions in order to get a seat at the table where those stupid rules are made in order to change them. Be prepared with names…

I bet there are people in Chinatown who could put you in touch with the international black market. Sure, you’re gonna take a significant haircut on that $1.6M, but you’d probably still walk away with a life-altering quantity of money.

No. He would probably make up some “I feared for my life” horseshit, but that’d be a tough sell.

But even if it did, nobody’s reading your bucket.

He’s a nevernude. There are dozens of them!

Let’s don’t forget the stale Tic-Tac breath he’d be emitting in great wheezing puffs.

That photo reminds me of how much I loathe that “Naked Cowboy” asshole. I guess I can add “sucks up to fascists” to the list of shitty things about him.