In which Mean Old Publius contends, maybe, that perhaps the NRA is the modern equivalent to the fictional Mola Ram. You know, the guy who pulled out people’s hearts in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
I mean, I already have several neighbors and they’re alright with me. You can get your own fuckin’ neighbors. But seriously, just read the post.
Flag Etiquette; or Why Kid Rock Should Take A Knee.
Why your freedom of speech doesn’t give you the right to say those words.
Once upon a time, you see, radicals protested against being told what to do. They wrote a document that picked a fight. The fight turned into a war, which they fought (even on Christmas). They won the war and years later, through years of toil and discussion and debate and pistols-at-dawn, they encoded much of […]
Before any of you go getting all Language Police on me, my first order of business is to take the steam out of you. “Offended-at-all-costs” is no way of going through life, son. Neither is fat, drunk and stupid, as they say, but you can pick and choose. That means you can be offended, just […]