There’s not a debate to be had.  You’re either a decent human being, or you want to walk up to me and my husband and tell us we’re going to hell and we’re icky because we rub bits together that you think shouldn’t be rubbed together.  Chick-fil-A does the latter.  

Um, no there isn’t.  Those two things are literally identical.  

Anyone else think the pokeball looks like a toilet when opened?

In France, I’ve seen a lot of restrooms where each toilet is in a fully enclosed stall (walls all the way up and down, fully locking door), but they open onto a common sink area open to all genders. That seems like a good solution. 

Not sure why you keep deflecting to Randy Newman.  

It’s still tu quoque, because you’re not disproving that the initial song we’re discussing is autobiographical. You’re deflecting the argument by talking about another song that might not be autobiographical. The idea that Wrong Way isn’t autobiographical doesn’t negate my premise that Santeria is.  Disprove that…

Me: “I don’t like this thing because it’s racist and bad.”

Me: “This song is racist.”

Am I talking about Wrong Way?

Point me to the lyric at the end of the song where the author says “just kidding I’m not going to shoot that guy and slap my girlfriend”

You didn’t take logic in school, did you?  Look up “tu quoque.”  

These lyrics just suck. It’s toxic masculinity, assault, and murder.

Point me to the lyric where he says he’s a fictional Mexican cowboy. Oh, wait, is he pretending to be Mexican in this? So he’s also racist. Cool.

um, the song is written in first person, and it’s clearly from the singer’s perspective.  He doesn’t say “hey, there’s this guy who slapped a woman” he says “I’d pop a cap in Sancho and I’d slap her down.”  So...yeah.  

I really don’t. I’m racking my brain and...nope, none of the bands I listen to threaten to murder a guy who looked at a girl wrong.  Thanks for playing though.

Yeah I hate these guys. Santeria is about a dude who sees his lady kissing on another guy, then threatens to assault her and murder the other guy. No thanks. Casual misogyny, rape, and toxic masculinity aren’t really something I want to revisit.  

Wouldn’t you prefer cake?

I love living in Portland where I can get these wings any day I want them from the counter-service joint across from the Aladdin Theater. Might go there tonight. I’ve only ever been to Pok Pok proper twice, but I love the Whiskey Soda Lounge across the street, and those wings are in regular rotation.

Came here to make sure someone referenced this. Now,

Yeah, and where is Harry Truman?