Even as a raging heathen, I do love me some Christmas. My favorite holiday, hands down (and that’s even taking into account the Hadaka Matsuri guys-in-sumo-loincloths-competing-for-trinkets festival every February in Japan). I dig Christmas not just for the purty lights, that phenomenal Pogues/Kirsty McColl song and the excuse to put liquor in sweetened egg froth and …
Finally saw that Keaton Jones bullying video that celebs and athletes are falling all over themselves about. And they’re right to. That thing is a heartbreak. His racist, opportunist mom aside, this kid reflects genuine agony, and you want so much to march into his school and beat up the young losers who are messing …
So I’m a pretty angry guy, if you haven’t noticed. I got some issues. This country. This callousness. These cruel things. When I was younger, I had such a chip on my shoulder that I made at least one tall friend who shall Rayle-main nameless think I was gonna drag him into a brawl with …
So the vapid, venal clown in the phallic ties who’s been blindly entrusted with the fate of our country has finally given the fundamentalist (and, based on other recent events, apparently, pedophiliac) faction of his base the hard-on its been aching for for years, in its until-now wetless dreams of the Second Coming. I’m not …
Sometimes, you just feel the need to say something profound, whether it’s because some weighty and/or touching occasion seems to demand it, or because you’ve just been so prattlingly infantile lately that you’re clearly overdue to let loose with a pearl or two of exalted thought. So you think hard on it, really press your …