I'm a Big, Raging Ball of Hate Today
I'm gonna let it out because I need a bit less malice and more wonder in my life. Today's HATE LIST includes the following:
Robin "what a pleasure it is to degrade a woman" Thicke. Everything about this guy is repugnant, from his hit shit plagiarized song advocating rape to getting his hand caught in the cookie jar to the fact that he thought the real-life kid of the dad from "Growing Pains" could pull off some Beetlejuice swagger. I don't fucking think so. Bobby Brown he's not. He's not even Michael Keaton. He does bear a passing resemblance to George Michael these days though, so I am willing to entertain that notion. Mostly though, the misogynist motherfucker needs to stop trying and Just. Go. Away.
The football dad who is literally counting the days until his post-concussion minor son is allowed back on the field. I have to wonder if he's heard about the link between head injuries and Parkinson's, and if he has, what the fuck is he thinking? Hint: Attempting to relive your past athletic glory (or lack thereof) through your child is just sad. Doing so when it's costing him his long-term health is disgusting. Maybe you should try asking yourself if football is still the sport for him.
All the people who sing right along to "Blurred Lines" every time it comes on the radio. Do you understand the words that are coming out of your mouth?
The military-industrial complex. We're saying FU to the UN and starting some shit with Syria right around the time all our other military conflicts are winding down. I see what you did there.
Ariel Castro. He held three young women captive for his own sadistic purposes for years, but he couldn't face his own imprisonment and chose suicide instead. Hanging was too good and definitely too quick for him.
Robin "what a pleasure it is to degrade a woman" Thicke. Everything about this guy is repugnant, from his hit shit plagiarized song advocating rape to getting his hand caught in the cookie jar to the fact that he thought the real-life kid of the dad from "Growing Pains" could pull off some Beetlejuice swagger. I don't fucking think so. Bobby Brown he's not. He's not even Michael Keaton. He does bear a passing resemblance to George Michael these days though, so I am willing to entertain that notion. Mostly though, the misogynist motherfucker needs to stop trying and Just. Go. Away.
The football dad who is literally counting the days until his post-concussion minor son is allowed back on the field. I have to wonder if he's heard about the link between head injuries and Parkinson's, and if he has, what the fuck is he thinking? Hint: Attempting to relive your past athletic glory (or lack thereof) through your child is just sad. Doing so when it's costing him his long-term health is disgusting. Maybe you should try asking yourself if football is still the sport for him.
All the people who sing right along to "Blurred Lines" every time it comes on the radio. Do you understand the words that are coming out of your mouth?
The military-industrial complex. We're saying FU to the UN and starting some shit with Syria right around the time all our other military conflicts are winding down. I see what you did there.
Ariel Castro. He held three young women captive for his own sadistic purposes for years, but he couldn't face his own imprisonment and chose suicide instead. Hanging was too good and definitely too quick for him.