See, the chorus asks "whether you'll play your life like a game", because it's for an actual game you can play. Get it? It's a little subtle. Plus, it rhymes with "like a moth to a flame".
Well, it could be worse. They got Lenny Kravitz to play a villain; they could have had him do the song too.
Now that the site's back up, I can post my Important Takes, like this: the new theme song for the upcoming James Bond video game is lousy. Lana Del Rey's usual languid delivery gets overwhelmed by the bombastic orchestra. There's barely a tune, it's awkwardly phrased, & the lyrics are first draft.
Just out this morning. Tom Waits, still spitting venom.
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I keep having to hear about horrid little influencers, each one worse than the last. It goes without saying that they should all be culled, but also, what's with their names? Unwieldy monikers like Hexadecimal or Carcinogen or Trapezoidal. Are they all drawing from the same Word-A-Day Calendar?
Just went to my little town's weekly protest, and, for the first time that I've seen, there was a counterprotest. Against the 20+ of us, there were 5 people screaming their lungs out for Trump.
They were all 12-year-old boys.
I can't be mad about that. It's just too fitting.
More sanctimonious than Ashcroft? More ridiculous than Meese? More of an apparatchik than Gonzales? We might have to declare some ties...
Here's how Rahm Emanuel drinks his coffee: he seizes it with both hands and chugs the scalding brew, then shoves the entire mug into his gaping maw and grinds it to powder with his five rows of serrated teeth
Today's No Kings protest on the Worcester, MA common, from the Worcester Telegram & Gazette. To be honest, I think turnout was down compared to the first two
You can see my big fat sign, but not my big fat face, which is just as well.
Well, that's time. I have to call the poster finished. It's messy, overworked, a thing of shreds and patches held together with rubber cement and bailing wire. But it's... something.
Off to the protests. Have a merry Fuck The Regime day in whatever way you observe.
Between the color and the strokes, I think I've made it look like Hegseth's skin was flayed off. Oh well. I should have known that they don't make Highlighters in flesh tones.
I wanted Hegseth to look drunk and like he needed to hang on to Rubio for support. Yet another thing I couldn't convey.
No one's going to bother reading the tattoos I put on him. Most people won't even get close enough to try. It's completely pointless.
Well, I could make a game of it. I only made some of those tattoos up - can you tell which?
Running out of time to finish the poster. Still not happy with Hegseth. Plus, once again, I put a character's arm at too low and angle, so you can't tell what he's holding - in this case, a bottle of booze. And on top of that, I obscured the Punisher belt buckle.
But ultimately, who gives a fuck?
He's only a few steps away from reciting Twain's War Prayer without irony.
Working some more on the poster, and I think I screwed up. That thing that Mohammed Bin Salman is holding - is that legible as a bonesaw? I should have angled it up more so that it wouldn't be obscured.
Maybe I could white it out and put the saw in his right hand instead, but that way madness lies.
God, I'm in wretched shape. I didn't do much more today than stand around in the cold for an hour and a half, and still my joints are stiffer than Oscars banter.
Oh, well - I'm out of time for today. I wanted to get Rubio and MBS in the bottom row. Plus, I rushed Hegseth, and that will have to be doctored. Still, it's something, and I can add to it next week. Maybe I'll get some oil paint for the blood.
Trying to work fast. I think I at least suggested the shininess of the Little Lord, the specialest special envoy ever.
I may have given Trump an extra 200 pounds, most of it in his neck, but I still think my medal design compares favorably to that of the proposed official Trump coin.
(It is against the law for a coin to "bear the image of a living former or current President". I hope it can be minted real soon.)
Not all that happy with this one, but at some point you have to stop picking the scab.
I think I can live with that.
Attempting something. Not sure it will work.
A screenshot from the opening credits of season 3 of Succession, showing a right-wing cable news network analogous to Fox, with the satirical chyron "'I Smiled At Her By The Photocopier - Now I'm Facing Chemical Castration'".
"If you or I smile at some lady right now, and then say, 'hey, go down the street', we're facilitating her movements, potentially."
A full-page poster from Mad magazine, reading "Bring Our Troops Home From Iran! (Remember, you heard it here first!)"
From Mad #484, in 2007.
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It could be worse - he could be playing the soundtrack to Evita.
(True, it might have been commentary not on my politics but my appearance, in which case... fair.)
But the very best response was the guy driving by in his pickup who wore a paper crown from Burger King just so he could shout "Yes kings!" I can't begrudge him his fun, because that was a hoot.
...well, what do you even call it? War? Strikes? Assassination? Or just a crime?
Of course, there are always some hecklers. There was one woman who looked right at me with pure disgust. Nose wrinkled, teeth bared, like she found an earthworm in her veal scallopini. I'll cherish that.
I've been flaky lately, so I was late to my little town's weekly protest. I knocked out a quick sign - "REGIME CHANGE BEGINS AT HOME" - and straggled in halfway through.
Though we're hardly a bellwether, the support we got seemed extra vigorous. I'm not seeing a rally-'round-the-flag effect from...
A screenshot from the Colbert Report from October 9th, 2014, in which Stephen randomly picked manly names for US operations in Syria and Iraq, one of which was "Operation: Turgid Hammer".
