Deadspin explains why there’s an NHL lockout in a very simple Q&A.
My takeaway: the league is demanding the player’s union give up a large share of total revenue, because the league keeps teams in markets that don’t have a single fuck to give about hockey, while keeping teams out of markets that have infinite fucks to give about hockey.
Other things you could have done in the time it took Clinton to deliver his speech:
Walk from one side of Charlotte to the other
Get through half a game of Settlers of Catan
Microwave and eat a pack of hotdogs, one at a time
Metabolize one beer
Get halfway through a sleep cycle
Read 12 pages of Proust
Watch Gangnam Style 11 times
Because reading 12 pages of Proust is so much more important than understanding how badly the GOP has fucked the country, and how hard Obama is working to unfuck it in the face of unified GOP opposition in both at every level of government.
Jesus Christ, media. If you spent as much time informing people about things that matter as you do on pointless shit like this and reality TV, we’d probably have a working, functioning democracy in America.
I’m with Wheaton. Whoever this “Jason” fool is, maybe he should be doing all these aforementioned “other things” rather than trying to write “informative” blog posts for Tumblr’s Election blog.
I’ve recently discovered you on Twitter through friends, and after reading some of your tweets I’d like to ask you some questions. As there may be some people reading this who are unfamiliar with Colin’s style of comedy, here are some of his recent jokes:
If that’s not…
I had know idea who this angry, friendless misogynist douche Colin Kane was, but this excellent letter has given me every incentive to avoid him like… an angry friendless misogynist douche.
Yes. This is actually what used video tapes used to cost.
OCD alphabetization nitpick: You’ve got your Xanadu up on the top right while your Kramer vs. Kramer is down at the bottom left! How dare they?! These were luxury items that used to have entire temples STORES devoted to them.
When the sight of some cute dog makes you all soft-hearted and seasonally apologetic and you’re about to say sorry to the “internet boyfriend” you were kind of cunty to a few months ago because he never seemed to have any time to flirtchat anymore…
And then you notice his tweets about his GIRLFRIEND.
So yeah… fuck you, buddy… I meant every nasty word.