I’m just here for the blurted pictures

We had a yellow one like that hanging on our kitchen wall in Ohio, so they were definitely around.

While you aren’t wrong, with all the sycophants and rural christofacists lining up downstream, when is a good time to leave the Democratic Party? The wealthy seemingly have ultimate control of both parties, regardless of social pressures, so what choice ultimately will right the ship, rather than just kick the bucket further along?

I definitely don’t want Trump, but the question still remains: how long to we have to stomach the lesser of two evils?

I will still champion “That’s Not My Name” by Ting Tings. It’s a well-crafted pop song that most people miss the “subtlety” (for lack of a better word) of the message. It’s about a woman wanting to be social, but hating all of the poor flirtation in the pick-up scene.

And I never knew it until I had it on an exercise mix and was able to hyper focus on it while trying to zone out in my cadence run. It usually just glossed by as a chippy beat.

There Will Be Blood is loosely based on Upton Sinclair’s “Oil”