Monthly Archives: April 2013

There Are No Do-Overs In Supreme Court Decisions

Jayzus effin’ whatever, lady. I guess we should be glad she at least sees the error of her ways but for crying out loud, this makes me want to fucking throw something:

Now she tells us. More than 12 years after the fact, retired Justice Sandra Day O’Connor said it was probably a mistake for the Supreme Court to hear Bush v. Gore and anoint George W. Bush as president of the United States.

“It took the case and decided it at a time when it was still a big election issue,” Justice O’Connor told the Chicago Tribune editorial board on Friday. “Maybe the court should have said, ‘We’re not going to take it, goodbye.'”

She continued: “Obviously the court did reach a decision and thought it had to reach a decision. It turned out the election authorities in Florida hadn’t done a real good job there and kind of messed it up. And probably the Supreme Court added to the problem at the end of the day.”

The result, she allowed, “stirred up the public” and “gave the court a less than perfect reputation.”

There are no words. None. That decision opened the floodgates on a tsunami of damage which denigrated not just our nation, not just the world, but human decency. As the Times notes, the fact that O’Connor can say those words as if she were a disinterested party, not a key player, shows a level of disassociation that is shocking.

Like a lot of liberals I’ve indulged in my share of “if only” fantasies. If only Al Gore had been president, the Iraq War would not have happened. Of this, I’m sure. Without that, we would not have had Abu Ghraib and torture, and the river of money flooding out of the Treasury to the grifters and pirates who fed at the war trough. We’d probably have cap-and-trade legislation and the Social Security surplus wouldn’t have been raided. Indeed, we might have had Gore’s “lock box,” and we sure as hell wouldn’t have had tax cuts for the rich.

But who the hell knows. If SCOTUS hadn’t taken Bush v Gore, Bush might have been president anyway. Who really knows what would have happened? It’s useless to indulge in these exercises, I know this. If the Bush presidency hadn’t been such a colossal fuck-up, would the Democrats have won so big in 2006? Would we have a President Obama now? Who knows. Things happen because they do, you can’t change the past, you just have to adjust to what comes your way and respond accordingly.

But damn I’m getting sick of this “wish I hadn’t done that” shit.

[UPDATE]:

Let me add this comment, which I posted over at my place, to clarify why this stuff makes me so angry: It’s not just that she changed her mind. It’s that we liberals were beaten over the head by conservatives to GET OVER IT and SHUT UP and SURRENDER GORE-OTHY and OH THAT AGAIN and on and on, for fucking years. And I feel like the left was vindicated long, long ago. Everyone pretty much agrees that the Bush Presidency was the worst of times. So no, I don’t want to hear “maybe we ought’n’t to have done that” now.

I want my fucking apology. If you can’t say, “I’m sorry, we fucked up” at this point, then keep your damn yap shut.

What’s that old country song? Oh yeah:



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Weekend Question Thread

I was just saying on Facebook this morning that I never know what to say when meeting people I admire. I turn into a gibbering idiot. What I mean is, “Your work made me think about the world differently, gave me hope when I really needed it, forced me to reconsider how I dealt with all the things we’re taught to fear and hate, and I really think your story made me a better person” and what comes out is, more often than not, “um, hi, I really love your books.”

I said that to Laurie King after having rehearsed in my head two dozen questions about Holmes and Mary and the May-December mentor-apprentice relationship and how teaching somebody something is so intimate and how easy that is to tip over into this whole thing without any boundaries at all and how she was the first author I ever read who GOT that, really got it. I said “I love your books” and went out into my car and banged my head on the steering wheel for a while.

Which was a head better than when I met Herb Brooks and could barely SPEAK.

What amazing encounters have you all had with people you admire?

A.

Make up your mind already

The New Orleans Sometimes-Picayune has announced-get ready-a new print edition with a hipster douchebag name, TP Street.It will be in the tabloid format, which many of us suggested they go to in order to save money on paper. Reaction here has been scathing. Me, I think it’s simultaneously pitiful and hilarious.

I’ll let my palsLiprapandKevin Hippie-Haterhave the last word.

I lied, this whole thing has got me, uh, thinking:

What would Jerry Maguire think?

It’s a pity that Cameron Crowe hasn’t made a good film in years.Say Anything, Almost Famous, and Jerry Maguire are 3 of the best films of our time. I thought of CamCro when I read this item about Geno Smith firing his agent:

West Virginia quarterback Geno Smith’s fall out of the first-round of
the 2013 NFL draft has claimed its first casualty as Liz Mullen of the
SportsBusiness Journal reports that the rookie quarterback is parting ways with his agents, Jeff Nalley of the Houston-based Select Sports Group.

Smith accepted an invitation to attend the draft and was in the green
room at Radio City Music Hall for most of the first-round. However,
when the first-round reached the final few picks, and those picks were
held by teams that have no need for a quarterback, Smith left the
building as it was evident he would not be selected until Day 2.

ESPN’s Suzy Kolber reported that Smith was not going to attend Day 2 of the draft, but Smith changed his mind and returned to Radio City Music Hall on Friday. Smith was selected by the New York Jets
with the eighth pick in Round 2, the 39th overall pick in the draft,
which is expected come with a contract worth just under $5 million with
over $3.1 million in guaranteed money. Had Smith been selected in Round
1, his contract would be worth, at minimum, $6.7 million with around
$5.4 million in guaranteed money.

The financial difference, as well as having to return to a green room
for a second day, appear to be the reason why Smith is changing agents.

According to Manish Mehta of the New York Daily News, Smith was under the impression that he should be and would be the No. 1 overall pick
of the draft. It is understandable for Smith to be disappointed about
not being a first-round pick, but unless he was specifically being told
by his agents that he would go No. 1, we’re not sure how they are at
fault for his tumble out of Round 1.

Obviously, Nalley screwed up by not doing this:

Or he could have tried the old I am a golden God gambit:

Mad Men Thread: The Flood

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I seem to be in the minority among the Mad Men punditocracy, they’re all like meh about The Flood, and I loved it. It’s
partially because I lived through that period as a wee laddie, the murder of
MLK was all everyone talked about for at least a week, including those who
hated and feared what King stood for. It was before he became the “unifying
I have a dream guy” as opposed to the rabble-rouser who was against the
war, and supported the Memphis garbage men. Even then, of course, he was both,
as we saw through the eyes of the Mad Men. Okay, time to ramble and natter:

There’s a first time
for everything:
I actually *liked* Pete Campbell in this episode. I
recalled his earlier maladroit attempts to tap in to the “negro
market” so it wasn’t shocking that he called Harry Crane on his malakatude.
BUT I was shocked at how human the weenie little bastard was during the entire
episode. I never once wanted to punch him in the gob. Also, the look on rabid right-winger
Bert Cooper’s face after his effort to end the Crane-Campbell hurly burly failed
was classic. It was the look of a man whose time has passed, who neither likes
nor understands the new order of things.

Mr. Pegster:
Peggy’s shaggy left wing journo boy toy Abe was put to better use in this
episode. We learned that Abe envisions them having a future that includes
little Jewish-Irish-Norwegian kids. The look on Peggy’s face when he mentioned
that was priceless. Abe had one of the best lines in the episode when Peggy
urged him to be safe before setting forth to cover the melee: “Too late
for that. I’m going to Harlem in a tuxedo.”

You were the future
once
: I’m borrowing a line that David Cameron fired at Tony Blair during PM
Questions when the former was the new leader of the Tory Party. As much as I
hate to compare Peggy to the Posh Boy, Don is increasingly an aging golden boy
whose star is fading or, more accurately, imploding. I had hopes in season-5
that we’d see a new Don Draper, but he’s been the old Don this year and somewhat
to the show’s detriment. His free fall, however, was arrested, by of all things,
taking Bobby to see Planet of the Apes.

Everybody likes to go
the movies when they’re sad:
Thus spake Bobby Draper to the
African-American usher who was morosely cleaning the movie theatre after a
showing of Planet of the Apes. It
scares me that I’m old enough to remember ushers and smoking in movie theatres.
I loved the former, hated the latter. Anyway, Bobby’s awkward attempt at
connecting with a stranger touched his unemotional, closed off father so much
that he even discussed it with Megan. I’d like to see more of the Draper kids
even if Sally is a snarky teen and Bobby has OCD. I’m also old enough to
remember when Don was a better parent than Betty. Horrible husband, but decent
father. The show is quite simply better when we have *some* hope that Don will
grow even if we know deep down that he won’t.

Oy, such a father:
I’d forgotten what a kick I get out of Ginsburg’s father. The old boy had
several of the best lines in the episode as well as the best reaction to the
news of Dr. King’s death; he pulled his blanket over his face and sighed. Who
wouldn’t sigh if your son were as inept a “lothario” as Michael?
Never tell a chick you’re still a virgin on a first date, dude. It only works
in Woody Allen flicks, boy chick.

Senator Henry: We
learned that Henry Francis has not only become more of a father to the Draper
kids than dear old drunken dad, but that he’s disillusioned with handsome and
feckless Mayor Lindsay. Lindsay was riding high at the end of the episode but
Henry was dismayed at the price paid for peace in the Big Apple. It will come
back to bite Noo Yawk in the ’70’s.

Henry is ready to jump the Good Ship Lindsay to become a
Republican State Senator. I am also old enough to remember liberal Republicans
like Lindsay and moderates like Henry. Holy extinct species, Batman. Betty’s
already trying on new frocks to wear on the trail with her hubby. She should,
however, ditch the black hair, she looks much better as a “bottle
blonde.”

In the end, I enjoyed episode’s focus on the gang’s reaction
to the murder of Dr. King, including the weird acid head who pitched the
preposterous Molotov cocktail ad to Don and the boys. Hey, at least he didn’t
have white liberal guilt like Joan whose attempt to hug Dawn went over like a
turd in punch bowl as the wags used to say. Speaking of wags, time to waggle my
way out of here and stop typing like a meth-addled monkey…

Okay time to visit the psychedeli and post some Jefferson
Airplane. They knew from LSD, man:

False Flag Puke Cornered In Cambridge

Remember the infowars malaka who asked Deval Patrick about guvmint complicityin the Boston Marathon bombing? He was in Cambridge recently where he ran into a guy who gave him the full Jude treatment and cussed his worthless ass out. Do not listen to this out loud at work or in front of impressionable chirren unless you want to expand their vocabulary, that is:

Via All In with Chris Hayes.

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Cheesy Burgher in Paradise edition

Morning, everyone!

Barbara and I are currently cooling our heels in Playa Del Carmen at an AI that stands alone in not paving the jungle over –the Iberostar Quetzal !

Instead of vast expanses of marble and concrete, they built around the jungle in a U-shape, leaving the center full of Agouti, Coatamundi, peackocks, flamingos, Swans, iguanas, and several famalies of howler monkeys. I

t’s like walking through a zoo, only the animals roam freely to look at the amusing people.

Combine that with an incredibly intelligent long-term planning decision by Playa Del Carmen to prohibit buildings taller than three stories (and a perfect white sand rockless beach), and you have a pretty nice place to hang out for a couple of weeks.

Enjoy some pics (below the fold) from previous trips :

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There Are No Do-Overs In Supreme Court Decisions

Jayzus effin’ whatever, lady. I guess we should be glad she at least sees the error of her ways but for crying out loud, this makes me want to fucking throw something:

Now she tells us. More than 12 years after the fact, retired Justice Sandra Day O’Connor said it was probably a mistake for the Supreme Court to hear Bush v. Gore and anoint George W. Bush as president of the United States.

“It took the case and decided it at a time when it was still a big election issue,” Justice O’Connor told the Chicago Tribune editorial board on Friday. “Maybe the court should have said, ‘We’re not going to take it, goodbye.'”

She continued: “Obviously the court did reach a decision and thought it had to reach a decision. It turned out the election authorities in Florida hadn’t done a real good job there and kind of messed it up. And probably the Supreme Court added to the problem at the end of the day.”

The result, she allowed, “stirred up the public” and “gave the court a less than perfect reputation.”

There are no words. None. That decision opened the floodgates on a tsunami of damage which denigrated not just our nation, not just the world, but human decency. As theTimes notes, the fact that O’Connor can say those words as if she were a disinterested party, not a key player, shows a level of disassociation that is shocking.

Like a lot of liberals I’ve indulged in my share of “if only” fantasies. If only Al Gore had been president, the Iraq War would not have happened. Of this, I’m sure. Without that, we would not have had Abu Ghraib and torture, and the river of money flooding out of the Treasury to the grifters and pirates who fed at the war trough. We’d probably have cap-and-trade legislation and the Social Security surplus wouldn’t have been raided. Indeed, we might have had Gore’s “lock box,” and we sure as hell wouldn’t have had tax cuts for the rich.

But who the hell knows. If SCOTUS hadn’t taken Bush v Gore, Bush might have been president anyway. Who really knows what would have happened? It’s useless to indulge in these exercises, I know this. If the Bush presidency hadn’t been such a colossal fuck-up, would the Democrats have won so big in 2006? Would we have a President Obama now? Who knows. Things happen because they do, you can’t change the past, you just have to adjust to what comes your way and respond accordingly.

But damn I’m getting sick of this “wish I hadn’t done that” shit.

[UPDATE]:

Let me add this comment, which I posted over at my place, to clarify why this stuff makes me so angry: It’s not just that she changed her mind. It’s that we liberals were beaten over the head by conservatives to GET OVER IT and SHUT UP and SURRENDER GORE-OTHY and OH THAT AGAIN and on and on, for fuckingyears. And I feel like the left was vindicated long, long ago. Everyone pretty much agrees that the Bush Presidency was the worst of times. So no, I don’t want to hear “maybe we ought’n’t to have done that” now.

I want my fucking apology. If you can’t say, “I’m sorry, we fucked up” at this point, then keep your damn yap shut.

What’s that old country song? Oh yeah:



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Well, First They Should Sell Some Bling

I mean, really, quit cashing those government checks: 

“I think it would be a good idea if perhaps we had the kids work for their lunches: trash to be taken out, hallways to be swept, lawns to be mowed, make them earn it,” Del. Ray Canterbury (R-Greenbrier) said during floor debate. “If they miss a lunch or they miss a meal they might not, in that class that afternoon, learn to add, they may not learn to diagram a sentence, but they’ll learn a more important lesson.”

Which will be that their government and their community think they are scum, and should be exempted from child labor laws, and are to blame for their parents’ misfortunes. I can’t think of a more appropriate lesson for children than that. 

I swear whenever these Republican knobs start yobbing off about how poor people just need to learn to work hard, I think YOU FIRST ASSHOLE. I doubt any of them have ever hauled anything heavier than a double scotch, but boy are they eager to stand watch with a whip while the little children pick in the fields and scrub in the hallways.

Make them earn it. In your life, man, what have you ever earned? 

A. 

Kitty Week Purring

This is the cargo hold of George the Wonder Prius, stuffed with cans of cat food and litter and fuzzy mice and a huge fluffy pet bed so soft I wanted one in human size for me, and warming pads for sick/injured/very young kitties, all delivered to Feral Fixers this evening.

Feralfixers

More stuff is going to themoff their registry, because it was hard to find in stores (though all the electric blankets/throws are on sale right now). In case you missed it the president of the organization posted in one of the Kitty Week threads a thank you to everyone who contributed:

WOW! You guys are great! Since this event I have had so much exposure to new people and social media! The world of blogs is a fabulous place! The cats and volunteers of Feral Fixers appreciate your good thoughts and well wishes and your donations!See our facebook for updates – with everyone’s help we are doing okay! While no one wants to go thru this, there are silver linings and good people! Tammy Feral Fixers President

You guys kick ass. Way to go.

A.

Kitty Week Purring

This is the cargo hold of George the Wonder Prius, stuffed with cans of cat food and litter and fuzzy mice and a huge fluffy pet bed so soft I wanted one in human size for me, and warming pads for sick/injured/very young kitties, all delivered to Feral Fixers this evening.

Feralfixers

More stuff is going to them off their registry, because it was hard to find in stores (though all the electric blankets/throws are on sale right now). In case you missed it the president of the organization posted in one of the Kitty Week threads a thank you to everyone who contributed:

WOW! You guys are great! Since this event I have had so much exposure to new people and social media! The world of blogs is a fabulous place! The cats and volunteers of Feral Fixers appreciate your good thoughts and well wishes and your donations!See our facebook for updates – with everyone’s help we are doing okay! While no one wants to go thru this, there are silver linings and good people! Tammy Feral Fixers President

You guys kick ass. Way to go.

A.

Mad Men Thread: The Flood

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I seem to be in the minority among theMad Men punditocracy, they’re all like meh aboutThe Flood, and I loved it. It’s
partially because I lived through that period as a wee laddie, the murder of
MLK was all everyone talked about for at least a week, including those who
hated and feared what King stood for. It was before he became the “unifying
I have a dream guy” as opposed to the rabble-rouser who was against the
war, and supported the Memphis garbage men. Even then, of course, he was both,
as we saw through the eyes of the Mad Men. Okay, time to ramble and natter:

There’s a first time
for everything:
I actually *liked* Pete Campbell in this episode. I
recalled his earlier maladroit attempts to tap in to the “negro
market” so it wasn’t shocking that he called Harry Crane on his malakatude.
BUT I was shocked at how human the weenie little bastard was during the entire
episode. I never once wanted to punch him in the gob. Also, the look on rabid right-winger
Bert Cooper’s face after his effort to end the Crane-Campbell hurly burly failed
was classic. It was the look of a man whose time has passed, who neither likes
nor understands the new order of things.

Mr. Pegster:
Peggy’s shaggy left wing journo boy toy Abe was put to better use in this
episode. We learned that Abe envisions them having a future that includes
little Jewish-Irish-Norwegian kids. The look on Peggy’s face when he mentioned
that was priceless. Abe had one of the best lines in the episode when Peggy
urged him to be safe before setting forth to cover the melee: “Too late
for that. I’m going to Harlem in a tuxedo.”

You were the future
once
: I’m borrowing a line that David Cameron fired at Tony Blair during PM
Questions when the former was the new leader of the Tory Party. As much as I
hate to compare Peggy to the Posh Boy, Don is increasingly an aging golden boy
whose star is fading or, more accurately, imploding. I had hopes in season-5
that we’d see a new Don Draper, but he’s been the old Don this year and somewhat
to the show’s detriment. His free fall, however, was arrested, by of all things,
taking Bobby to seePlanet of the Apes.

Everybody likes to go
the movies when they’re sad:
Thus spake Bobby Draper to the
African-American usher who was morosely cleaning the movie theatre after a
showing ofPlanet of the Apes. It
scares me that I’m old enough to remember ushers and smoking in movie theatres.
I loved the former, hated the latter. Anyway, Bobby’s awkward attempt at
connecting with a stranger touched his unemotional, closed off father so much
that he even discussed it with Megan. I’d like to see more of the Draper kids
even if Sally is a snarky teen and Bobby has OCD. I’m also old enough to
remember when Don was a better parent than Betty. Horrible husband, but decent
father. The show is quite simply better when we have *some* hope that Don will
grow even if we know deep down that he won’t.

Oy, such a father:
I’d forgotten what a kick I get out of Ginsburg’s father. The old boy had
several of the best lines in the episode as well as the best reaction to the
news of Dr. King’s death; he pulled his blanket over his face and sighed. Who
wouldn’t sigh if your son were as inept a “lothario” as Michael?
Never tell a chick you’re still a virgin on a first date, dude. It only works
in Woody Allen flicks, boy chick.

Senator Henry: We
learned that Henry Francis has not only become more of a father to the Draper
kids than dear old drunken dad, but that he’s disillusioned with handsome and
feckless Mayor Lindsay. Lindsay was riding high at the end of the episode but
Henry was dismayed at the price paid for peace in the Big Apple. It will come
back to bite Noo Yawk in the ’70’s.

Henry is ready to jump the Good Ship Lindsay to become a
Republican State Senator. I am also old enough to remember liberal Republicans
like Lindsay and moderates like Henry. Holy extinct species, Batman. Betty’s
already trying on new frocks to wear on the trail with her hubby. She should,
however, ditch the black hair, she looks much better as a “bottle
blonde.”

In the end, I enjoyed episode’s focus on the gang’s reaction
to the murder of Dr. King, including the weird acid head who pitched the
preposterous Molotov cocktail ad to Don and the boys. Hey, at least he didn’t
have white liberal guilt like Joan whose attempt to hug Dawn went over like a
turd in punch bowl as the wags used to say. Speaking of wags, time to waggle my
way out of here and stop typing like a meth-addled monkey…

Okay time to visit the psychedeli and post some Jefferson
Airplane. They knew from LSD, man:

Awkward

I’ve been having some severe allergy issues in the last few days. It feels as if CPAC, or something equally cacophonous, is being held in my head. Anyway, the Mad Men recap is coming but I’d like to feel at least vaguely human while writing it, so here’s one of my favorite moments from The Flood in GIF form:

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The GIF only ,moves if you click on it; not sure why but I’ve been fighting it for awhile and it’s time to surrender. Dang, Dawn looks fierce when Joanie goes in for the hug…

Awkward

I’ve been having some severe allergy issues in the last few days. It feels as if CPAC, or something equally cacophonous, is being held in my head. Anyway, theMad Men recap is coming but I’d like to feel at least vaguely human while writing it, so here’s one of my favorite moments fromThe Flood in GIF form:

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The GIF only ,moves if you click on it; not sure why but I’ve been fighting it for awhile and it’s time to surrender. Dang, Dawn looks fierce when Joanie goes in for the hug…

Fuck Yeah, Jason Collins

Journeyman NBA big man Jason Collins has come out of the closet becoming the first openly gay major sports player who wants to stay active. You’ll notice I’m putting a caveat on this still momentous announcement. Collins is an unsigned free agent who wants to play next year, but he’s a marginal player who played in 38 games last season hasn’t played in more than 49 game since 2008.

I hate to be the skunk at this particular garden party but if Collins remains unsigned, he’s just the latest recently retired player to come out. Decent big men *are* hard to come by but Collins could remain unsigned for legitimate basketball reasons: he’s 34, which is old for a cager. He may or may not get another shot but I hope that this gives a player in their prime the courage to come out. The NBA now looks like the best bet for a pioneer who may actually play in the 2013-2014 season.

Despite that somewhat windy essay, Jason Collins still deserves a rousing chorus of fuck yeahs from our little corner of the internet.

Well, First They Should Sell Some Bling

I mean, really, quit cashing those government checks: 

“I think it would be a good idea if perhaps we had the kids work for their lunches: trash to be taken out, hallways to be swept, lawns to be mowed, make them earn it,” Del. Ray Canterbury (R-Greenbrier) said during floor debate. “If they miss a lunch or they miss a meal they might not, in that class that afternoon, learn to add, they may not learn to diagram a sentence, but they’ll learn a more important lesson.”

Which will be that their government and their community think they are scum, and should be exempted from child labor laws, and are to blame for their parents’ misfortunes. I can’t think of a more appropriate lesson for children than that. 

I swear whenever these Republican knobs start yobbing off about how poor people just need to learn to work hard, I think YOU FIRST ASSHOLE. I doubt any of them have ever hauled anything heavier than a double scotch, but boy are they eager to stand watch with a whip while the little children pick in the fields and scrub in the hallways.

Make them earn it. In your life, man, what have you ever earned? 

A. 

Rise Up Again: Game of Thrones Thread

How many times can you get back up?

Beric

Always one more.

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Cheesy Burgher in Paradise edition

Morning, everyone!

Barbara and I are currently cooling our heels in Playa Del Carmen at an AI that stands alone in not paving the jungle over –the Iberostar Quetzal !

Instead of vast expanses of marble and concrete, they builtaround the jungle in a U-shape, leaving the center full of Agouti, Coatamundi, peackocks, flamingos, Swans, iguanas, and several famalies of howler monkeys. I

t’s like walking through a zoo, only theanimals roam freely to look at the amusing people.

Combine that with an incredibly intelligent long-term planning decision by Playa Del Carmen to prohibit buildings taller than three stories (and a perfect white sand rockless beach), and you have a pretty nice place to hang out for a couple of weeks.

Enjoy some pics (below the fold) from previous trips :

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Caption This: The Eyebrows Have It Edition

This is Bernard Ingham who was Margaret Thatcher’s flack. It was taken at the Iron Lady’s funeral. It looks as if there are 2 feral animals asleep above his eyes:

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Rise Up Again: Game of Thrones Thread

How many times can you get back up?

Beric

Always one more.