Mr. Obama’s statement came as he was golfing at a private course in Rancho Mirage, near the Sunnylands estate in California where he was spending the weekend.
I’ve always been kind of annoyed by the simplicity of attacking a president for taking a couple hours of leisure time, or even a vacation here and there, as if the impossible stress of being president wouldn’t crush everyone’s lungs out through their toes after just a single day, much less years and years. So the guy (whichever one you choose) took a couple of minutes to himself. Relax. Half of the time we only know they were even on vacation in the first place because they interrupted their vacation to continue doing their jobs. Seems fine!
That being said, when the president visits a state suffering the worst draught in a CENTURY for the specific purpose of reassuring the suffering farmers, many of whom are living in communities that are going to run out of straight up DRINKING WATER in a few weeks, maybe just don’t play GOLF? Take a break, my man! Go to a beach, or check out a movie in IMAX! But I’m pretty sure that golf courses are the single most obnoxious symbols of ecological excess and wastefulness even on normal days.
Incidentally, the statement that he stopped playing golf to give was in regards to Uganda’s law making homosexuality a crime punishable by a lifetime in prison, so whatever, the world is a ceaseless nightmare.
I know no one cares about any of this by the way. I’m not an idiot. So here’s a picture of a cool pig in sunglasses riding a surfboard:
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I used to write a website about movies and television with the occasional Think Piece on Gwyneth Paltrow’s spending power. It is a website that just happens to be closing up shop for good tomorrow, unfortunately. Ours was a love the world could not understand. R.I.P.
By the end of my tenure at the soon (so soon) to be defunct pop culture website, it genuinely felt like I was reading the Entire Internet every day, and the only takeaway one can have from reading the Entire Internet every day is that the Internet is 100% Horrible. There’s a common sense that the Internet is just a collection of sad adolescent trolls hiding in their parents’ basements throwing digital feces through the proverbial bars, but the truth is much worse. Everyone is throwing the digital feces. The trolls just enjoy it a little more.
So, one of the most wonderful aspects of stopping writing for that website on a daily basis was that I also stopped reading other websites on a daily basis. With rare exception, I haven’t LOOKED at a blog in six months, much less read one. I still look at Tumblr most days, but Tumblr might as well be Instagram. It hardly counts.
And yet, I somehow have not managed to escape Blog Culture, because Blog Culture has become so pervasive that we are all doomed to a wasteland future of ad hominem non-jokes, knee-jerk unreflective judgements punched out on iPads during commercial breaks, and a Smithsonian’s worth of #selfies.
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Got pretty tongue tied and probably embarrassed myself but I just had to say hello to this car and tell him what a huge fan I am of his work.
Now that the is officially a go, please take a moment to remember how the TV series ended.
I was looking up jokes about tattoos on the Internet. I think this is my favorite one. It’s just a great joke!