One of the six, steel-jacketed bullets that killed her slammed through a
theater seat, entered her left eye and left a five-inch hole in her
face as it blew her brains out on to the theater floor. The other five
specially designed bullets tumbled when they tore through her flesh and
did devastating damage to both legs, arms and intestines.
Lonnie and Sandy Phillips lost their daughter in the mass shooting at a Colorado Theater. They sued the asshats who sold the insane killer his ammo. Now this poor grieving couple has to pay the gun nut dickwads $200k .
Somehow I missed this when it the news first broke. I don't know how, but it slipped right under my radar...
“The thing that I was not aware of is that… what Starbucks was doing, is they were taking specimens of male semen…”“… and they were putting it in the blends of their lattes. It’s
the absolute truth. They’re using male semen, and putting it into the
blends of coffees that they sell. My suspicion is that they’re getting
their semen from sodomites. Semen flavors up the coffee, and makes you think you’re having a good time.”
We all know that if you blow your load on the ground, god will kill you. I'm not sure what the punishment for coming in coffee is, though. I better ask a Xtian.
Salon has a great article about Bernie Sanders. Here's a taste:
He has a few favorite stats he likes to deploy to illustrate the scope
of the problem, starting with the fact that in America, the top
one-tenth of 1 percent owns almost as much wealth as the bottom 90
percent. He hammers this message home as his rabid crowds rage along:
One family, the Waltons, owns more wealth than the bottom 40 percent;
the 14 wealthiest individuals have added $156 billion to their fortunes
in the past two years, which is more than the combined assets of the
bottom 130 million Americans; 56 percent of all new income goes to the
top 1 percent; the Koch brothers, as a result of the Citizens United
decision, will spend more money on the 2016 election than either
Republicans or Democrats.
Later the article details an "Aaron Sorkin moment":
What unfolded next, in a classic Sanders monologue, might have been
the closest thing I’ve seen to an Aaron Sorkin script playing out in
real life. He pointedly faced the camera, as if choosing to speak
directly to the people rather than the corrupt media standing between
them, and rattled off an improvised defense.
“I’ve been in office
for 25 years,” he began. “As a candidate for mayor of Burlington, I
became the first independent ever elected in the city’s history by
taking on the entire ruling class of the city of Burlington? Does that
sound like a career politician? When I began my political career, I got
2 percent of the vote, and then 1 percent of the vote. Last election, I
got 71 percent of the vote. Running for office, representing working
people, taking on Wall Street, taking on the military-industrial
complex, taking on private insurance companies, taking on pharmaceutical
industry. I don’t think that makes me a career politician—I think that
makes me a candidate who is standing up for working people and prepared
to take on the big-money interests in this country.”
The entire article is a must read for Sanders acolytes, Hillary Followers, zombies who plan to vote for one of the GOP scumballs and anyone else.
Sadly, no. People (brain damaged people, I assume) see Carly Fiorina as a credible candidate for president. It's hard to imagine why. She has never held elective office. She ran once, but Barbara Boxer kicked her ass all the way to Arizona. Sure, she can point to her time in the private sector, where she failed at everything she tried.
This the woman who almost destroyed HP (and got paid millions of dollars for putting tens of thousands of workers out of a job). Useless parasite is the term that comes to mind.
Carly Fiorina is an idiot, and unserious person without the skills or talent needed to survive in the real world where one must have an actual job. She is trying to climb aboard the grift train of the GOP.
More on this lying asshat grifter scum can be found here, here, here, here, here and, well, everywhere. Just look at the internet. Everyone knows that she is a useless, lying, grifter.
It may be hard to believe that we here at magazine of the
Dead see an upside to Donald Trump, but we do. We really do. This isn’t snark
or satire. There is one (and only one) good thing about Donald Trump. What is
it, you ask? It is this:
Donald Trump already has all the money and he is totally
insane. These two things combine to make him not for sale. He does not take
contributions. He does not raise money. He doesn’t need more money, and if he
does he has more income streams than he can likely remember. The Koch cabal
cannot purchase Mr Trump. His insane policies are the ones brewed up in the
rotten meat of his mind, not those pushed by the other plutocrats.
He scares the crap out of us, but at least we can see that
one upside.
That is likely the last quasi good thing we will say about
the TRUMP
Just so you’ll know what sort of mad man you’re dealing with,
let me explain that I spent quite some time trying to find a copy of
this movie. I have longed to see Rooster: Spurs of Death for
quite some time. Finally, after months of fruitless searching, a friend
came through with a pirated copy. Now, so that you don’t think I’m
completely insane, let me explain my reasons for wanting to see this
film. Rooster was filmed in my neck of the woods, south-east
Kansas (I was being literal when I said woods). That fact alone makes it
worth my time.
Rooster has been described as “the touching story of the
bond that forms between father and son, over the sport of cock
fighting”. I’m not kidding here. This is really what the film makers had
in mind. Where I live, cock fighting is an unfortunate reality. It’s
been illegal for years, but it still goes on. I can drive up the highway
from my house, and see the fighting roosters chained to their barrel
houses. Everybody knows what these birds are being raised for. Nobody
does anything about it.
The film opens with a bit of narration telling us about the “long and
proud history of cock fighting”. Then we meet Stoke (Gene Bicknell).
Stoke is an old “cocker”, about to head out to a big cock fighting
derby. His son, Wyatt (Vince Van Patten, who you may have seen in Rock N Roll High school, as well as other real movies) is going with him. Wyatt is going to be involved for the first time.
The film turns into a road movie for a bit, being made up largely of
protracted shots of a pick up truck cruising down dirt roads, inter cut
with Stoke telling Wyatt outrageous stories of his youth. We are given a
sub plot about Stoke’s wife, who may be having an affair with a big
city “cocker” named Clure. We are also given a subplot about Chicken, a
midget in love with Kink’s daughter. Kink (Jeff Corey, another real
actor who has appeared in a variety of films including Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid)
is the man in charge of the cock fighting. He spews forth ridiculous
dialogue, mostly meant to justify the brutality that makes his living.
Then we arrive. Well, first there’s an interlude at a house of
ill-repute (I), then we arrive. Much deception and cheating lead to
Stoke attempting to rob everyone at the cock fight and (watch out now,
I’m going to give away the store here, so if you don’t want to know how
it ends, stop reading here) then Stoke ends up dead. Shot by Chicken.
Wyatt wants to finish the robbery, Clure tries to stop him. I lose track
of how it came out. I can’t decide if the ending was supposed to have a
point or not.
The film uses real footage of cock fighting (they must have filmed
those scenes in Oklahoma, where it’s still legal). These sequences are a
bit rough to watch. Cock fighting is a barbaric, cruel, and inane
pastime. In a real cock fighting arena you would not see the sort of
attractive, well heeled men the film portrays. Real cockers tend to be
toothless, ignorant, inbred, middle aged men who are sexually excited by
cruelty. A large number of them are likely to have spent some time in
prison for violent crimes. Often sexually sadistic acts. This only makes
sense. Sadism, is sadism. Anyone who enjoys torturing animals will
eventually get around to torturing people.
This movie is filled with scenery chewing. The overacting is nearly
as difficult to watch as the cock fighting. Between the actors there is
enough false melodrama to fill the grand canyon. The direction is bland.
This film was shot largely like a cheap made for TV movie. It has no
style, and no substance.
The script is preposterous. I’ve heard better dialogue in porn.
The film also suffers from incredible padding. It runs ninety-two
minutes. Minus the long shots of the same truck going down the same
dirst road, and the endless sequences of a plane landing, taxiing,
taking off, landing again, this movie would run about sixty-eight
minutes. This film is padded like a Jr High school girl’s bra.
So, even if we ignore the ethical problems this film suffers from
(and those problems are legion), it is simply bad. This is one of the
worst movies I have ever seen. And I saw Cut Throat Island! So
I’ve seen really bad movies. The film does contain some unintentional
humor. It is ripe for MST3K style lampooning. However, even that could
not make it an enjoyable experience.
I cannot recommend this film to anyone. It should be avoided at all
cost. But then, you weren’t likely to see it in the first place.
