dec 29 in idea barrages

What kind of an idiot bankrupts a casino? It’s literally a license to steal money.

“Mister Loaf was my father, please, call me Meat.”

Sanders, the Icarus moment for the American left, a delusion Obama’s modest gains meant exponential progression, the South & Midwest somehow no longer riddled with petulant ignorant hate, that a socialist could be electable. Wings melted, here we are, dashed on history’s rocks.

Reach for the stars, by all means, but never forget the frozen infinity between you and the melting heat you would find if you got there.

A reboot of Punky Brewster with terrible Boston accents called PUNKY WORCHESTER.

I miss the television static, miss that late-night snow, miss when there was a temporary end to the picture show.

THE SIMPSONS called many things but don’t sleep on THE CRITIC, either. Thinking upon it, THE CRITIC presaged so much stuff itself. What is this social media, Youtube, the internet entire but a cardboard cut-out ceaselessly demanding “BUY MY BOOK!” stepping on our throats forever?

Gotta praise ‘em all, PANTHEON!