indeed.
“I am opposing a social order in which it is possible for one man who does absolutely nothing that is useful to amass a fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars, while millions of men and women who work all the days of their lives secure barely enough for a wretched existence.”
- Eugene Debs
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Counterprotest of the Day: A University of Arizona student giving confrontational campus evangelist Sister Cindy a taste of her own Biblical literalism.
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I enjoyed this.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky9scjajSW1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Counterprotest of the Day: A University of Arizona student giving confrontational campus evangelist Sister Cindy a taste of her own Biblical literalism.
I enjoyed this.
Fox has issues.
via Wonkette.
Glenn Beck’s “The Christmas Sweater: A Return To Redemption”
This made me happy.
“The Christmas Sweater” sold 17 tickets in each of New York and Boston.
Take that, Glenn Beck.
I just went to a movie theater and sat through the simulcast of Glenn Beck’s one-man show. I’m going to try to organize my thoughts. It’s not going to be easy. It was crazy.
I went with my hilarious friend Brendan McLoughlin, who bought the crucial pre-show drinks. That put me in charge of the tickets, which I purchased like a teenager buying porn. “Two for the Glenn Beck thing,” I whispered into the microphone. We were a minute or two late, so in the dark I couldn’t tell who was there for real and who for fun. But out of courtesy to both parties, there really should have been an open mockery section.
Glenn Beck starts crying almost immediately. Like, in his introductory comments. Like, very early in his introductory comments. Like, literally fifteen seconds into the show. And his tears are the tears of someone who’s trying very, very hard to produce tears. Is there anything more uncomfortable than being in the presence of someone who’s trying to make himself cry? As it happens, yes: being in a movie theater full of people who are eating it the fuck up. The open mockery section, we learned right away, held exactly two people.
“This is my story,” he tells us, “This is YOUR story.” And thus begins “The Christmas Sweater,” which I will do my best to summarize: [Spoiler alert, just in case.]
accidental internet discoveries!
It seems I made one of these things a long time ago but I never did anything with it. Well, here’s some kind of vague introductory post.
Hi.
