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.
George Bailey was better than all of us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t aspire to his greatness
What happens when the possibility of medicinal knocks on the door of a stereotypical red state. No, really, what happens?
Dear Millennials, Cat Person is exactly the type of shit that will continue to make the world not pay any attention to you, whatsoever. I mean, you’ve got 11 minutes left of your 15 here. Please do not mistake this temporary fixation on one of your authors making bank to mean that the world is […]
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.