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Republicans have created this completely fictional President: his name is Barack X, and he’s an Islamo-socialist revolutionary who’s coming for your guns, raising your taxes, slashing the military, apologizing to other countries, and taking his cues from Europe — or worse yet, Saul Alinsky!
And this is how politics has changed: you used to have to run against an actual candidate. But now, you just recreate him inside the bubble and run against your new fictional candidate. That’s how Bush won in 2004 — by running against John Kerry, a French war criminal.
And speaking of Bush, I know conservatives are saying ‘Oh Bill, come on — Democrats did the same thing to him.’ No. Say what you will about the left’s hating of Bush, (but) at least we were hating on the real guy. We didn’t invent a boogeyman who tanked the economy, took us to war on false pretenses, and tortured prisoners — that was the actual guy.
But run down the list of complaints about ‘Fantasy Obama’. He ‘wants to raise your taxes,’ even though he’s lowered them; ‘confiscate your guns,’ even though he’s never mentioned it; and ‘read terrorists their rights’ — yeah, like he did Tuesday in Somalia.
…You see, the difference is the Republicans’ hatred of Obama is based on a paranoid feeling on what he might do; what he’s thinking; what he secretly wants to change. Anger with Bush was based on what he actually did. What Bush was thinking didn’t matter — because he wasn’t.
So I’ve become of those people who gets in a relationship and stays in on weekends. Well this is according to my friend. But what people don’t get is that I really just want to bum out in my sweatpants. Whats do wrong with that? Do I really have to fucking explain how comfortable it is to wear baggy sweats all weekend long? I also I don’t really feel the need to be surrounded by 21yr old sluts and douchebags. I almost spit out my beer watching a girl who was wearing shorts in the middle of winter make out with some dude who had a tattoo on his neck that looked like a penis and no I’m not kidding.
Sometimes I am ashamed that I enjoy teen shows. I am 26 soon to be 27yrs old. What am I doing watching shit shows? In my defense it’s not the only thing I watch. But back to the topic. I started to wonder about this last night after watching Skins and I started to think about my time in high school. I had a great high school experience. I feel in love for the first time, made awesome friends that I still have today, got into trouble and overall had a blast. Granted, I could of done better academically but didn’t make me any less smart. But reliving the past through these shows can be fun. Now don’t think I am one of those losers that peaked in high school and constantly try to relive my glory days. That ain’t it people. I love my life at this moment but to escape in the drama since I currently have none is relaxing in a weird way. My life between work and school is full of stress. To have to not think for an hour a day is the one thing that keeps me sane. So thank you Skins and Vampire Diaries. Keep the teen angst and drama coming.
This song played twice in last night’s Skins episode and now I can’t get it out of my head. It’s been on a playlist for about two weeks but never had to time to listen. I love how shows takes a song and makes it mean something completely new.
How could Skins do this to me? Grace was hands down the best character to come from this cast and they killed her off? What the fuck? The the second episode for series 6 was well done. I won’t deny that but as it played out, I just knew I was going to be crying my eyes out. How could the writers do this? It’s like when they killed Freddie all over again. I am curious to see how Rich handles this in the next few episodes but I won’t be watching with a smile on my face.
And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and J-Lo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.
Should I be sad that I lost some followers? I wonder is it the politics or my taste in television shows. But something is turning people off. Oh well. Bitches gonna hate.
Inspired, in equal measures, by Hurricane Katrina, Buster Keaton, The Wizard of Oz, and a love for books, Morris Lessmore is a story of people who devote their lives to books and books who return the favor. The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is a poignant, humorous allegory about the curative powers of story. Using a variety of techniques (miniatures, computer animation, 2D animation) award winning author/ illustrator William Joyce and Co-director Brandon Oldenburg present a hybrid style of animation that harkens back to silent films and M-G-M Technicolor musicals. Morris Lessmore is old fashioned and cutting edge at the same time.
Been falling in love this past week with these kind of videos.
I just googled. Rumor has it that Ferris Bueller 2 could be revealed during Super Bowl Sunday.
I’m nearly in tears. This could be done very, very well. Or it could suck. But it’s hard not to see that usual, if aged, face, hear that familiar voice, and be reminded with that chk-chka-chkahhh and not feel hopeful.
omg omg omg omg omg. I’m watching the super bowl just for this. i think i’m going to die
