Imagine what this would look like for owners, doing nothing (they’re completely interchangeable and replaceable). Owners add no value. Players are the labor, product and means of production. Imagine if Mark Walter transferred ownership to me during this AB. vs. I replaced Ohtani during this AB

The scenes of Pavel and Artie talking in ‘Maus’ is the best, truest art depiction of meaningful psychotherapy of all time.

Just fucking around with people’s bodies, brains, lives and livelihoods so parasitic entities can make a buck.

When we buried my Dad, the Rabbi explained that showing loving care in that way is one of the most profound mitzvahs, because it cannot be repaid; our departed loved one can never repay or thank us. So yeah that’s Judaism for me. Not a geographically determined piece of national real estate.

The rest is predominantly Ashkenazi but to disentangle the various national/ethnic strands is like making sense of a bowl of spaghetti prepared by Jackson Pollack.

The issue isn’t that this isn’t frustrating or disappointing. It’s the conclusions we draw and the bullshit ideas we consume and circulate in response.

I had a coach in HS who used to say, “You’re hurt, you’re not hurt,” inculcating in us the idea that we should play through injury, that willpower should trump our safety, health, wellbeing. At the time, I bought it, hook, line and sinker.

This isn’t a parody account, but is a parody of a deeply entrenched ideology of fandom which is encouraged and propagandized by owners and the billion-dollar corporate interests with whom owners play footsie.

This is devastating for Gordon, Jones, Booker, Ogbongnemiga. It’s awful for the Bears. But most of all, it is bad for me, the most important person of all.

I was immediately wrong about this. I will reflect on the cynicism, prior experience with Bears coaches playing (obvious and idiotic) games with injury status/news, as well as other assumptions which led to this instantly rebutted prediction lol

Yeah I stole your ape pics. What are you gonna do, draw some police

one of the cops was taken to the hospital after being near-fatally frightened by just one gram of decorations

He has one of those (actual) names that require zero modification to work as adult film names. Like Kurt Rambis. Or Richard Roeper.

There are at least 5 experienced organizers currently out of work who I would love to offer money to so they can spend 2026 doing their work without worrying about covering rent. If any rich people follow me and want to sponsor one or more folks, do reach out.

Gervon Dexter is on pace to finish with 5.5 TFL, 11 QB hits, 7 sacks. He leads the #Bears in sacks w/ 2.5 through six games.

This is finally monetized -- thanks YouTube for taking two freaking days to approve a video that has no music, no added video, just me and a snoring dog -- so I'd appreciate it if you helped me profit off my misery. www.youtube.com/watch?v=idfh...

Who among us will ever forget Stringer Bell’s infamous reticence and sober restraint toward Wallace and D’Angelo?

No one is talking about the significance of the bolts on John Fetterman's neck. In hindsight, it was a warning sign, though.

Great mimes think alike. (Quietly)

Many have said, but it bears repeating: The optimal safe-space, bumper-bowling, low-risk, safety-netted place for someone to grow, change, reflect on shitty evil youth indiscretions, and do the hard work of deep and prolonged introspection is the United States Senate.

Me: (two days later, emerging from a fugue state) “more like Buzzard-oh.”

Anyone know where I could get a good deal on a monolith?

Even if you fully denounce and apologize for your white supremacist past, that doesn't mean you should be handed access to the levers of power. Your decision-making abilities are suspect, sorry! That's ok! Lots of people shouldn't be in office. You can find another way to contribute, like podcasting

For the 100th time: if you traveled back in time to 2001 and told everyone randy Johnson was an extremely cool, normal guy, and curt schilling turned out to be the psychopath, I think you’d get laughed out the room

Anyway if you have a Nazi tattoo it’s true you’re not a secret Nazi. You’re an open Nazi. You literally have a sign that you carry around in your body every day that says “I’m a Nazi.”

Drew Dalman with a properly executed whirly bird block.

BREAKING: The Democratic Party to be split into two organizations: "Communism Two" will handle actual legislation and as consolation "The Good Manners Gang" will serve as a makework program for friends and family of the wealthy until their assets can be seized by the state.

one thing about racism is the way people will ignore the most likely explanation for something like having a Nazi tattoo for 20 years. the most simple and obvious explanation was that he knew what it was and kept it. his excusers need to stop the embarrassing mental gymnastics.

It doesn’t really matter at all what this guy’s personal true beliefs are. The whole thing is a demonstration of the way that the political project of the left is trivially detourned by fascist entryism (even accidental cases of it) because of the social practices engaged in by the left.

Way back in the aughts, this became an annual tweet on the first day of the baseball season. So shall it be.

You have to be willing to walk away from these guys if they let you down, just as a matter of basic self respect. It's not a fandom. You're hiring them to do a job or not.

The end

Game 7 (or the ongoing lifetime experience of Mariners fandom)

At this point the Lions (also my preseason fave) seem like team to beat in NFC. Seahawks are an incredibly high-value longshot bet (+1200).

yeah man same

Why didn’t Muñoz come in to face the top of the order Did I hit my head Did Dan Wilson

Grief, gratitude and joy are compatriot at a mycelial level, and baseball has always known this.

Some day

Easier to be angry than what this actually is, which is fucking sad.

Man Devastated

Here we go, Julio.

May the baseball gods in their unremitting caprice and bullshit see fit to send our Ms a friendly wind.

Hello darkness my old friend