Police... trying to recover from yet another nightmare situation of their own creation, see fit to run people over, pepper spray the peaceful marchers, slash tires and windows, pull people from their cars as they're driving home, shoot at journalists and others not involved in any violence or destruction while laughing about it.

I'm sure that'll restore the trust of the public in law enforcement.

His story reminds me of my racing years....no team, no budget, only a deep desire to go fast. While I didn't come all the way across the Pacific, I did end up driving farther than that in a few years, easy when races are 4-500 miles away in the desert somewhere, then another 100-300 miles tearing through it before driving home. I was the only lone wolf in VORRA (Valley Off Road Racing Association) for a few years. Good times.
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Love the use of Zoetropes for the video. Well done.


Lyrics..

Check the locks and leave the keys
Mouldy bath masked with Febreeze
Something's dead behind the refrigerator
Some poor fuck will deal with it later

I’ve spent the last ten weeks
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships, plugging leaks
I've talked until there's no more to say
I’m going away
I'm leaving LA
I'm leaving LA

And the tourists say
"Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign
I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign"
But on their way back down we'll ask
"Did you have a good time?"
They'll say "it's just some fuckin' letters on a hill"

I wander through the Bronson Caves
One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
I'll watch the players at the UCB
Trying to improvise their way out of ennui

Walking trails in the creeping dark
Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
There’s too much light for stars anyway
I’m getting out of this place
I'm leaving LA
I’m leaving LA

And the studio executives who never made a thing
Blaming other for their failures, taking credit for their wins
Wiping the blood of dumb artists from their chins
Singing, "kid you oughtn't take it personally"

On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spider-Man
Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone, dressed à la La La Land
And in the distance, in both its glorious dimensions
The sign projects its shadow on the hill

Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
Malfunctioning departure board says we're boarding next
Belt off, shoes off, jacket off, hat
Don't need the attitude, but I quite enjoy the subsequent pat-down
And I’m sat down
As the A380 engine roars
Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards

I'm looking forward to another twenty hours on a plane
Nothing but shit films and my brain
I've been going slowly insane
I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play
I'm getting out of this place
I'm getting out of this place
I'm leaving LA

And the actors at Gratitude drinking undrinkable juice
And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits
And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act One
Driving home on the 101 in the relentless fucking sun
And the needy and the greedy and the hopeless and horny
And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning
And the Captain's on the PA saying "look for the sign!"
But I find it's just some fuckin' letters on a hill
Just some really ugly letters
On a pretty ugly hill

I'm leaving LA
I'm leaving 'ell

I used to see basically that every day driving home in Pheonix in August in the 90's. Don't know if it's still like that, but it was pretty amazing back then. It's crazy driving into it, the sun dims and turns red, you have to switch A/C to internal air because otherwise sand comes in. If you're outside sand scrapes your face and gets in your eyes.

I hear that, I know that I've had to drive home stoned, real stoned. Didn't want to but had to. I know for a fact that I was super dangerous. Even after I ate my Wendy's hamburger & friends on someone's driveway (because I was so paranoid). I remember it started to rain - drove right through a flooded creek on the road at 50mph and definitely felt like I was swerving (even if I may not have been). Nevertheless, I know I can't handle driving while stoned and never have ever again (don't smoke pot much, anyway).

I also feel that pot changed some of my perceptions permanently for the better. This idea scares the living shit out of normie corporate people because any change to their mind is looked upon as bad, but they have no idea to begin with, they're ignorant to the facts or the experiences (look at me being judgmental haha). Many medicinal "drug" plants can really do people a lot of good in the short & long-term (I'm looking at you psilocybe & ayahuasca).

I'd be like, "bye! Now we're both free at last!" and I'd get in the car and drive home, a whistle on my lips.

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I'm a laptop serial killer...

*gazes over stacks of dead laptops and random computer parts*

Sometimes I masturbate all over these carcasses. I mean, no. I don't. Ever.

Do that...

If only I had been born with the simple desire to learn electronics...

-- Instead, I was born a luddite into an era of technocracy that my feeble, easily offended, confused and aggressive mind cannot comprehend.

Now I am destined to commit predatory electronic abuse on a daily abuse.

*punches monitor, tears it from the computer, screams into the night and throws it crushed and dying into the heap*

ELECTRONICS!!! AGHHHHH..! The pure and total ANGUISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*runs screaming out of the house, operates overheating vehicle 100,000 miles over the recommended oil change sticker reminder to the nearest best buy; purchases something using money like its arcade credits; drives home and plugs the heathen VGI cable into its oozing port*

Please... kill me.

The quotes in that article really drive home the apotheosis of the word 'cuck'. It's a word whose meaning has died and transcended into some generic status that is completely beyond me - everything and everyone is cucked or cucking or a cuckhole. I gotta stop reading this shit and get a cucking pizza while playing No Man's Cuck...

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I like how when she drives home she forgets her kids.

True, I think the intention behind the two covers is very different, even if the results are similar. In the Spider-man cover, he looks like a spider who has already wrapped up his helpless terrified prey. And if you know about spiders you know what happens next, it's pretty nasty. The real spider in the lower right corner helps drive home the impression.

Where as with the Spider-woman cover I don't have any real doubt that Milo Manara was trying to make her sexy; that's kind of his thing. He's best known as an erotic artist and his artwork ranges from pinup girl to pretty hardcore porn (which I enjoyed as a young man). Check out his Wikipedia page and the first thing you'll see is that that pose is not one he's new at drawing.

I think where critics go wrong is the idea that sexiness implies sexism. If she were both drawn as sexy and being degraded or made fun of that would qualify as sexism. But there's got to be some room for sensuality without automatically feeling it's a personal insult to all women.

Nice one. It's what I would have expected, which is sad. The film could better drive home the point that this was from "one day". Even if he took that day off and just walked around for 12 hours, it's still sad.

But it is NYC, so I wonder how many shitty comments a non-dwarf white guy would get as a "control" to compare against. Probably not as many photos or height-related comments, but...

@eric579

Someone elsewhere wrote about murder -- how murder is everywhere.

So imagine you are in a dark basement of a comedy club, surrounded by people, some of whom you KNOW are unconvicted and uncaught sociopathic killing-for-fun murderers. Including the comic on the stage. A small percentage of those in the room, absolutely, but you don't know who is who.

And the comic makes a "joke" about those murderers coming for YOU. Not in a general sense. A very specific, you pissed off the comic, so let's target Eric. That guy right there. Who is going to have to walk to his car later. And who is going to drive home and could be followed by one or more of those murderers.

That is the "rape" joke that needs to be excised from our society. And that "rape" joke has been defended and defended and defended as "freedom of speech."

I'm all for freedom of speech. But as long as there are a significant number of men out there who laugh at that "joke", we have a serious problem. When the men in the room don't boo that comic, and instead laugh and then defend that comic, we have a problem.

And that is what this debate is about. Calling on all men to speak up when this kind of rape "joke" goes down.

I think.

It ab-so-FUCKING-lutely was mandatory. I have a friend who lives directly in that area and he was driving home from work. The police pulled him over, TOSSED Him out of his car, pinned him to the ground and (his words not mine) "Almost broke my wrist".

Is that VOLUNTARY? Unless you were there don't assume things.

I would like to thank the creators of this video for adding corkscrew penises to my nightmares. It really drives home the point of "what has been seen cannot be unseen" And drinking bleach does not scrub the brain clean. Well unless you consider death as a clean brain...