We welcomed good ol’ Donny Trump with a gigantic middle finger of a march as the streets in D.C. turned hot pink. He responded with falsehoods, namely something we now call alternative facts. He shat on all sorts of things last week, but that fucking ban more or less broke the camel’s back. It’s been less than a month and Donny Trump has already taken a huge shit on the Constitution. He is wrecking lives. He is putting innocent people in absolute danger. He is caving into xenophobia and he is destroying the very thing that American’s greatness is built upon.
This whole migrant ban is a load of shit that can only come from a shoddy, deplorable administration like this. Paul Ryan is even defending the move, explaining, like the rest of the soulless hacks you’d find in Congress, that it was done to protect the American people. Well guess what Paul, NO ONE GIVES A RAT’S ASS about what you think. No amount of backtracking, victim-blaming and alternative facts can clean up the mess this whole incident churned up. This is why I’m thrilled to see so many people march all over the country against this shit.
However, as others have pointed out, what if this is all part of Bannon’s strategy? What if this is all shock-and-awe? Given how sneaky Trump’s cabinet is, I believe it’s time to be vocal and vigilant whenever unconstitutional crap like this comes storming our way. Today’s rejoice in Washington state’s halt on this ban is welcome indeed, but let’s not forget the fact that there’s still a fight on our hands for the next four years. Making this administration pay for its crimes is a longshot, but nothing ever gets done unless you get your feet wet and march. No one up there ever gets afraid about their broken promises unless you shout and holler at them on the street. And lastly, we will always take our liberties for granted unless we stand up to defend them together. The U.S. is not without sin and has much to pay for in relation to the Third World, but if we can unite and use that guilt, that clarity of conscience to defend the only redeemable element of this country, then we can truly earn the respect of the world as being, irrefutably, the land of the free.
Year of the Rooster? How about year of the Orange Clucker??? Here’s hoping that you’re ready to eat a ton of bird because this year will be so full of guano that the only comfort you’d have is knowing where all that shit came from. It’s ONLY BEEN A WEEK and the Donald has shat on everything you could think of. Please be merry, please enjoy dumplings or a hot pot and PLEASE think of positive things folks. We’re in for a long one, so let’s celebrate now, and get ready to bring it to “Donny” in the coming year.
Bone Tomahawk was the last movie I saw in 2016 and it was a goddamned mistake to do so. I should’ve picked something fun, sentimental or positive to watch, but I ended that awful year with a movie so fucking brutal and timely that it made Mariah Carey’s Times Square performance a cake walk (that shit was still embarrassing though). Bone Tomahawk isn’t the horror-western we needed, but the one we deserved. And if you’re brave enough to see it through, it will provide unshakable payback with haunting reverberations.
If you thought 2015 was god-awful, then boy do you need a slap in the face. 2016 is full of such madness, such despair and such fuckery that I cannot begin to imagine what 2017 will be like (have I said this before???). With such an unprecedented turn of events happening at the speed of your stupid Facebook feed, it’s no wonder that we’d all like to just throw the year down a trash bin and burn it. Where shall we begin everyone? Who or what shall I discuss first? What in God’s name were the positives? Do snow monkeys make snow balls and eat them? We’ll go over it all as we begin with….
Did you see that kick? That build up? That GOAL???? It won the internet. It made Assad shit in his pants. It resurrected Ronald Reagan only to kill him again. It silenced everyone! Goal of the season? How about goal of the decade? Arsene now says it’s in his top five, and that bar is fucking high. This is Arsenal, where football isn’t just a capitalist war of attrition. It’s art. It transcends life. It produces memorable moments. It produces goals like this.
Despite my huge love for manga and anime, I believe you learn more about Japanese culture through television and film. So what better way for you to soak it all in than to binge watch the newest season of a long running Japanese TV show adapted from a food manga? Originally known as Shinya Shokudo, Netflix was able to get the rights to a brand new 4th season for 2016 called Midnight Diner: Tokyo Stories. It’s great television with lots of heart as we see the comings and goings of various patrons as they shack up a late night snack with our titular owner chef. Portrayed by Kaoru Kobayashi, the “Master” is a quiet but warm character who acts as the silent cauldron that warms the broth of each new character’s story. Whether it simmers, goes flat or boils over is something you’ll cherish as each episode slowly unfolds.