Frank A. Spring

Yeah, so about your claim that The Argument wouldn't be running anti-trans pieces @jerusalem.bsky.social... I knew it.

<slams fist on the table> It's the principle of the thing, Painter! Better a million welders stand idle than the nation's universities produce a single surplus logician!

happy birthday to the poet laureate of our political times (neither derogatory nor laudatory but a secret third thing - deeply sympathetic, maybe? tonally, we're going for 'poor bastard never knew what him', here).

and also, i would even say: howard cross, jr.

I’d amend this to say it’ll be resurrected some time around January 2030, when downward thermostatic pressure has really started to have an effect

This poll from CBS News/YouGov contradicts the popular claim that voters think Democrats are as ideologically extreme as Republicans

it’s just a lot to take in, you know?

<watching these ladies glide inexorably toward me, serene and intent and utterly masterful> am i...
am i dying

strike up the pipes! fry the mars bars! mine’s a caley 80! that was, to borrow an expression from Auld Scots, a country ass-kicking

“Leaders shouldn’t lead“ is a breathtakingly incoherent sentiment to articulate in public, just remarkably empty

I do now

hmmm yes, having read this sequence of words, I do seem to be bleeding from the eyes, nose, and ears

10 point swing for Scotland, special teams wins championships, Big 12 energy overpowering, losing consciousness

twas HENRY Arundell, not Harry. we don’t especially regret the error.

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING FREE MINNEAPOLIS painted on a wall in the style of the Free Derry Corner.

This rules. I love how delighted they all look!

basically, the Scots are on that ass

- my analysis of this match and also the early 14th century

england’s defensive strategy of not doing a damn thing to secure the perimeter is perhaps worthy of reevaluation

rarely see a rugby player take a bigger L than England‘s Harry Arrundell just did, half-assedly contesting the catch on a kick and getting a) totally obliterated; b) a yellow, his second, for a dangerous challenge; and therefore c) tossed from the game and sent homeward to think again

This Six Nations match has powerful Big 12 vibes, which is to say that it has the same desperate energy as a rickety tilt-a-whirl being pushed past the red line by a deranged, gimlet-eyed carnie

“NEAR THIS SPOT CAPT. JAMES COOK MET HIS DEATH FEBRUARY 14, 1779” — A brick laid in the waters of Kealakekua Bay, Kona district, Hawaiʻi

Happy Death of James Cook day to those who celebrate. On 14 February 1779 British explorer Captain James Cook was killed as he attempted to kidnap Kalaniʻōpuʻu, the ruling chief (aliʻi nui) of the island of Hawaii, and hold him hostage for the return of a cutter which Hawaiians had stolen.

Let the hogs live! Let them laugh! let them LOVE! i say in response to this article, and also at the top of my lungs, seven tallboys deep in the stands of Razorback Stadium with five minutes left in the third and Arkansas down 18

oh god
oh god no
no god dammit no

this is the principled steadiness we crave

You know, if Jeanine Pirro can’t find sufficiently high proof, nobody can.

this man gets it

stilton is fighting cheese

harold, goddammit, not Alfred

my current theory is that they all share a common ancestor, the most infuriating man in Normandy, who followed the conquest telling anyone who’d listen that Alfred and the Anglo-Saxons would certainly defeat them through trickery and guile, even as Hastings raged around him

of all the things to choose to be in life, ‘preening coward’ is a hell of a choice

“military-grade intelligence tactics”

“Pattern-of-life” intelligence

Bro, you are eating microwaveable Campbell’s Soup for every meal and crashing out in front of the Home2Suites while you’re geared up like you’re in Fallujah