Love me some references a Trumpanzee will never get because they don’t/can’t read.

You are on fucking FIRE today, Michael.

Three things:

One of my coworkers grew up in Italy. He was telling me that there are (or at least, were) different driver’s licenses for different engine displacements, and that the licenses are (were?) based on age. The 22 year old in this article demonstrates the wisdom in that approach.

I’m first-gen off the farm on my dad’s side, and learned how to shoot with a bolt-action .22 when I was 12. We never shot critters (I just don’t have the heart, though Dad had to shoot groundhogs when he was a kid for obvious crop- and livestock-related reasons) but I always really enjoyed target shooting, and was…

I only had to open my sacred journal and read ONE date, time, officer name and license plate.

a highly stressful and potentially vulnerable time during the history of our community—the most significant policing event in our community in 20 years

only I should be able to do whatever I want because I’m the smartest person in the room.

Yes, but did you get the proper propane accessories?

The first time I recall seeing the word “boss” attached to big baddies was in an early Nintendo Power magazine, in reference to Ridley and Kraid.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Brown Sugar was one of the best albums of its time, regardless of genre. The engineering is perfect, the band is all-star, the performances are fire, the arrangements are impeccable.

• “and being that I can’t afford counsel” (of course you can’t!)
  

“To have it be given a nine-minute hearing and all men decide, it was very upsetting.”

The shot it down WHILE they were sending unsolicited dick pics to their 20 year old interns and those interns’ underage siblings.

Oh, you live in Indianapolis, too? That was a regular occurrence every time I put gas in the car when we lived there.  I’ve lived all over the U.S. and for some reason Indy was the only place where I saw this regularly.

That is SUCH a Sean Penn thing to do.

My god, Gill is a dead ringer for a wanna-be Proud Boy shitbag I know. Gill, however, is clearly more intelligent. I’m glad he was a part of sticking it to hedge fund ghouls, but I am annoyed that he’s speaking into what appears to be a side-address microphone as if it were an end-address microphone.

Charles Manson could run with an R next to his name and they’d vote for him.

I used to rent Disorderlies over and over when I was 12 or 13. I thought it was the funniest thing ever. My parents are saints. I had no idea the Human Beat Box died so long ago, and I had ABSOLUTELY no idea how YOUNG these guys were! Crazy.

Ah, Texas, the Republican wet dream: crumbling privatized infrastructure looted by gazillionaires; local governments starved to the breaking point. And always two short steps from Mad Max-style free-for-all.