Wow.
Wow.
Part of my Sunday routine for a long time has been watching the Sports Reporters, and thus John has been a large part of that routine. He will be missed.
I fully expect someone to be riding on Kaneda’s bike carrying the Olympic Torch at some point. I’ll also give Oda a chance at being the one who lights the torch at the game’s opening ceremony.
The biggest thing I dread about the 2020 Olympics is that there will be a culture clash alright, but tattoos will be a small fragment of it.
Jesus Christ, can we get a warning or something?
I’m no doctor but that reaction is based on the brain’s response to suffering a traumatic injury and the resulting shock of realizing you have to have surgery in Brazil.
I feel like lowercase (Graphic) is not a particularly good description
all bears.
Obama was the only president I even remotely liked while they were in office, and I was born during Nixon’s first term.
He’s definitely raised the bar. Sure, he isn’t perfect (drones come to mind), but imagine how much he would have accomplished if the Republicans (and some Democrats) hadn’t fucked him (and us) over. And how much he did accomplish even with that constant roadblock.
I’m trying to hold on to this feeling because I don’t know how long it’ll be until I can feel proud of our president again. I already miss Obama guys.
An experienced woman
Citizens of Tokyo have just elected their first female governor, former defense minister and Liberal Democratic…
OMG, I have been trying to avoid anything political, because it’s been weeks straight of a fucking mental meltdown for me, but this I watched, just now, and had ALL THE FEELS AND NOW I AM CRYING.
Damn, DNC, between this and Bernie’s motion to nominate and the mothers of Sandra Bland, Trayvon Martin, etc. on stage, you really know how to chop up some onions.
Very good night. I may have cried a little and been, I don’t know, happy or some such thing.
I’m not crying. I Am Not Crying.