It's kind of like stamping your feet to make the roaches under the fridge come out so you can stomp on them. (Sorry, gross, but after living in NYC apartments for 30+ years it's the first thing that comes to mind.)
It's kind of like stamping your feet to make the roaches under the fridge come out so you can stomp on them. (Sorry, gross, but after living in NYC apartments for 30+ years it's the first thing that comes to mind.)
Fo' shizzle!
Saw a comment in a Facebook thread today in which a statue defender said no, it's not about glorifying the Confederacy, it's about honoring the courage and self-sacrifice of everyone who fought and died on both sides. Direct quote: "Let those statues stand so we can continue to remember the great deeds that some of…
Sensible Party - Silly Party - Very Silly Party - Nazis
Years ago, their original bass player quit in the middle of a tour. In a blog entry about it, Stuart Murdoch basically said "We wish him well, but I'm not terribly worried about finding another good bass player, because they're really not that hard to find. Sorry, bass players, but it's true."
Sean O'Neal covered this some years back:
We're way ahead of ya:
I read the book in like four days the summer after my freshman year of college and then dreamt for like a week straight I was Scarlett O'Hara.
Yeah, and Orrin Fucking Hatch was unequivocally rock-solid on Charlottesville. It's a topsy-turvy world.
Fair enough.
Next you're going to tell me you put two spaces after a period…
Oh, I absolutely agree. Being a tabloid fixture (and then reality TV star) came much more naturally to him, because he didn't have to pretend to be anything other than the boorish philistine that he is at heart. I mean, just imagine him trying to hobnob with the top donors at MoMA or the Met Opera…hmmm, there may a…
Nah…fuckin' people. We all suck.
You mean the one with the video where they have droopy fake mustaches and sombreros? What could possibly be offensive about that? You're erasing our history!!
Stars of Small Household Appliances
Context is everything. When you put Clay Aiken up against the dipshit who just said "Maybe those Nazi 'jokes' that I shared with my millions of YouTube followers weren't such a good idea after all," he looks like a goddamn saint.
Thing is, the established New York City elite never accepted him—no matter how much money he threw at splashy, attention-grabbing schemes like the renovation of Wollman Rink, he was always a trashy parvenu. In their eyes, he is a bumpkin. And that's a major source of the festering resentment that gets him out of bed…
Paula Abdul proposed marriage after his performance, but they edited that part out.
Some Bernie-or-bust South-Park libertarians, I assume, are good people.
But…but…