It’s interesting you bring up Western MI. I did an internship in the winter before graduating college at a company located in Western MI. (It was a cold, lonely winter there.)

Dammit Bolton! The one time we actually needed you to do a regime change!

That reminds me of the time in high school when I didn’t want to rent Max Dugan Returns because I hadn’t seen the first one.

Delicious.

“Stay out of politics”

Line producers aren’t even that important or powerful.  It’s like the lowest rung of the producer ladder.  They have basically no creative input and strictly work on budgeting.

Whenever RATM came on in clubs in my early 20s the dancefloor would get mobbed by douchebros.

I have a fondness for Carol Burnett’s parody because it pointed out how ridiculous the story is.

we-we-we-we-we-ll the name’s P. Rye and I’m here to say:

lol found the drummer

I feel like we need Rage Against the Machine now, more than ever. How about streaming a Live concert to raise funds for many of the worthy charities out there? Imagine Rage being played live simultaneously at protests across the world. I bet they could top the $6M Post Malone raised.

He looks like he is about to put those weights down, turn a chair around and sit on it backwards and rap with us about peer pressure

I used to be a fan of ZZ Top until Frank Beard was the only one without a beard. I just couldn’t get over the inconguity.

I seriously got excited for a second, then hugely let down. I really want a movie about Klaus Nomi. 

Yeah, “Know Me, I’m Alone” is faux-deep and philosophical. Playing into the whole “13-year-old’s idea of adulthood” thing.

Nomi Malone.  Which is a bloody terrible character name.

(And I didn’t know that either, before looking into it. Having spent an hour or so watching Klaus Nomi videos on YouTube just a few weeks ago, initially I had the same confusion as you two did.)

After reading the first three words in the title of this article, I was hoping for a Klaus Nomi biopic. My hopes are dashed yet again.

• The Fascist dictator had announced that he would receive the press. Everybody came. We all crowded into the room. Mussolini sat at his desk reading a book.… Mentally he was already reading the lines of the two thousand newspapers served by the two hundred correspondents. “As we entered the room the Black Shirt…

Can’t even make jokes about these evil fuckers anymore.
All I can think of is when Saddam Hussein was captured and how he looked like a pathetic sad broken husk of a human when he was dragged out of the hole in the ground that he was hiding in.
THAT. THAT is exactly how I want to see every one of these mother fuckers…