“Don’t get sarcastic with me, son. We burned this tight-arsed city to the ground in 1814. And I’m all for doing it again, starting with you, you frat fuck. You get sarcastic with me again and I will stuff so much cotton wool down your fucking throat it’ll come out your arse like the tail on a Playboy bunny.”—Malcolm Tucker, In the Loop. Honestly, this bit barely even registered with me till the third viewing. Whenever I want to not feel depressed, I just go here.
Journo writes an article riddled with errors. Journo is called out on it by people who know what they’re talking about it. Journo reasons that this incident is proof that journos should write articles on subjects with which they are unfamiliar because people who do know what they’re talking about are “elitist.” Because this is still the fucking Bush II era, apparently.
Forgot to post this when it first appeared Friday, but I think considering its rather pitiful weekend take after expanding a bit (46?!), the very excellent Humpday needs all the attention it can get. You fucking people.