Archive for October, 2015
If the elements of this drawing were symbolic: I would be the stone, the water would be the Atlantic Ocean, and me being able to schedule this post for a time when I will actually be in an aeroplane, well, that’s my trust in the pilot to get me to Heathrow in one piece.
Here they come, with their empathy and being a bit thoughtful about their use of language, the bastards.
I am fucking sick to death of the right wing, Daily Express-reading, UKIP-voting (Fox News-watching, Trump-supporting) fuck knuckles pretending that somehow the concept of using language in a more empathetic manner is some massive lefty plan to suppress their gobs. You can still use those words if you want, ya dinosaur, but you’re on the wrong side of history. If you wanna fight that battle, go for it, but there are better, more important battles to fight than the one that allows you to still call someone a faggot cos that’s what you’ve always called “them.”
Evan Gattis’s head on Tom Jones’ body:
Cal Ripken’s eyes:
José Bautista’s beard-o-clava: