…my grandparents punched fascists; it’s a mark of civility that we only call them names…
…my grandparents punched fascists; it’s a mark of civility that we only call them names…
…i held my nose and voted democrat in the face of imminent fascism, and i’ll never forgive the fascists for forcing my hand…
…that hard choice wasn’t enough, though, and i don’t blame you for that…
…rather presumptuous that non-voters were democrats…
…this is the crux of it: bernie’s time was eight years ago, and even though i absolutely respect his lucid resolve, the movement needs fresh figureheads to sustain its momentum…
…the progressive movement held our collective noses and reacted to an existential crisis for the preservation of american democracy in the face of imminent fascism, and the coalition succeeded at that goal for a short while, but only just…
…that’s the POWER model: the unit posted above is the consumer version with the SX chip, no math coprocessor and fewer function keys…
…every once in awhile i listen to top fourty countdowns from the mid-eighties, not necessarily because i enjoy the music, but because i’m mesmerised by the time-warp effect of revisiting period radio programs…
…i disliked a lot of the music then but i appreciated the shared cultural experience of legitimately popular broadcast media, and retrospectively it’s a window into a world which no longer exists…
…i mean, people pay restaurant money for ramen these days, too: every peasant food gets its day in due time…
…it definitely changes when used to top meatloaf…
…delicious staple, love it with spinach leaves and coarse-chopped roma tomatoes on top…
…that’s peculiar and i totally respect it…
…i used to do that with a thick layer of thinly-sliced colby cheese…
…i despise ketchup but i still love five way…
…i used to do that until i discovered weevils in my spaghetti in college…
…my mother-in-law (and wife) do that with vietnamese french bread…
…ye gads, i adore aerial but most of her ouvre pre-ninth wave does nothing for me…