No, you shifted the conversation by calling me a fucking troll and telling me to fuck myself forever because I said that something that’s alive is a life. I didn’t even address the word “abortion,” and I sure as hell didn’t say, suggest, intimate, or remotely address the morality or legality thereof. What I did…

Okay. So what?

You keep reacting like my commentary contained anything resembling moral judgement. Please point it out to me; I must have expressed through some manner of smokescreen or dog whistle I’m not aware of.

Dude, what the fuck are you even so angry about? That I said a fetus had equal viability to a tree? Jesus Christ you fucking reactionaries and your hair-trigger condemnations. Spend one fucking second figuring out if there’s any basis to your furies, will ya?  You’ll live longer.

You don’t actually get to choose what a “life” is. Life is pretty rigidly defined within scientific parameters, and a fetus is most definitely alive. So’s an amoeba or a tree or any number of other things. You obviously have the right to determine the value of any specific life on your own terms, but you can’t say a…

I look forward to the day on set where, confused by being unaccustomed to solo work and steeped in weeks of Shakespearian vernacular, he cries out, “Oh brother, where art thou?”

Reminds me of the old Gene Siskel test, “Is this film more interesting than a documentary of the same actors having lunch?”

Clearly that was a typo. What she said is that it is in the vane of a comedy, as in it will be blowing in from the Northeast, bringing higher humidity and afternoon showers.

No, but if you hum a few bars...

Sounds like somebody’s angling to line up the next James Bond directing gig.

Solution #1: Stop eating it. It’s an inferior high by every metric, and there is zero evidence that smoke from cannabis is damaging to the lungs/throat/mouth/etc.

I had noticed that I was logged out this morning when I pulled up the main page, but had not noticed I was logged back in once I clicked the article.

This is the platonic ideal of how to answer the “is _____ a sandwich” question.

Well, the difference is that he knows exactly what work she put in and what her results were and you don’t.  And I don’t know why I’m supposed to reflexively doubt him because he’s well off.  I don’t see a proud father as “tacky,” and I don’t confer tackiness onto someone for committing the sin of philanthropy several…

“Chick-Fil-A has every right to keep donating to charities that fund anti-LGBTQ, and cities have every right to not allow them to build on public land for that.”

“So you’ve stood at the door and told everyone that, despite what their sexual orientation is, they are equal to everyone else and are completely and utterly welcome?” Has anybody?

Did you learn that math at Marxist U?

Well, in that case, there was at least coverage to react to, in as much that suggestions were made in the press by insiders that his scholastic achievements were not believed to be adequate for typical admission into Harvard. What do we know about Dre’s daughter’s grades, test scores, extracurriculars, etc? Anything?…

If you want to tell me where I hijacked your position and led it somewhere else, I’d be interested in hearing it. You think Dre deserves criticism because irony, and I don’t. You think it doesn’t matter to our purposes if his daughter met standard admission criteria to get in, and I do. To my knowledge, Dre didn’t…

Yes, clearly the people in society who need to be criticized are self-made black men from Compton who make seventy million dollar contributions to educational institutions.