So wonderful. And so useful.
Alex Song takes losing the ball a little too personally.
I’ve been a Redskins fan all my life.
I grew up in Virginia, where we treated the team as our only professional sports franchise. (Does Washington have an NBA team? It’s hard to tell sometimes.)
As a little boy, I drew pictures of Theismann throwing touchdown passes to Monk.
I still have my lucky Redskins cap, which was totally responsible for our victory in Super Bowl XXII.
I still watch every game whenever possible.
And it’s time to change the name.
The arguments against it, frankly, are asinine.
"Redskins isn’t offensive. Everything’s just too PC these days."
Oh, you’re not offended by Redskins? If you’ve made this argument, there’s about a 99.7 percent chance you’re a white man who’s over 35.
In fact, if you’ve said this, you’ll most likely never, ever be in a position to be hurt by a slur or a racial or sexual taunt.
Look, I’m sorry that we’re living in an age where you actually have to take other people’s feelings into account before you open your mouth and say something unbelievably tone-deaf or stupid, but that’s the price of an advanced society.
Yes, people are going to be offended no matter what you say. That doesn’t mean you have to go out of your way to do it.
"Oh, people can still say cracker or redneck, but they can’t use redskin or the N-word. And what about the Fighting Irish?" (works up some faux outrage)
If someone calls me a cracker, my first impulse is to laugh. You know why? Because the insult carries no weight whatsoever.
I’m a straight white male, baby. Me and my kind have been ruling the Western world for thousands of years, and I’m still at the top of the socio-economic totem pole just by birthright. I’m less likely to be harassed by cops, more likely to get a job, and more likely to make more money.
There’s no history of mass violence against me and mine by any other group of people. If you call me a cracker, there’s no reason for me to feel threatened at all. I might as well have been insulted by a 6-year-old, because nothing bad is going to come of it.
Somebody calls me a cracker, and I get to go home to my nice apartment and first-class citizen status. Frankly, the joke’s on them.
But if you use the n-word? Or if you refer to someone as a redskin?
You’re tapping into 400 years of legalized, systematic repression in every aspect of American life and—in some cases—extermination. You’re tapping into violence, hangings, discrimination, and all sorts of nasty stuff.
Beatings, harassment, and death have started with the n-word for the last four centuries, and they’ve started with words like “redskin” too.
Basically, those words are a way to treat another group of people as something less than human.
That’s why our forefathers had such an easy time committing horrible acts against those people, and that’s why it’s time to stop using them.
Here’s the deal. When the Irish in America are systematically eradicated, lied to, herded onto reservations and marginalized for 400 years, then they have a right to complain. (And yes, the logo looks kinda stupid, but other than that, keep quiet.)
"This only came up over the last few years when them damn white liberals started bitching about it. #thanksobama"
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Native American groups have been all over this for decades.
You want to know why you haven’t heard about it? Because they’re native Americans. They’re arguably the most marginalized group in our country.
Quick. Name five Native American public figures of the last 50 years. Don’t use Google.
Having a hard time?
I’ll spot you three: Ben Nighthorse Campbell, Sherman Alexie, and Russell Means. Keep trying. Stay away from Google.
Don’t be ashamed. I couldn’t come up with the other two either.
And that’s my point.
It’s the height of arrogance to believe that something doesn’t exist just because you don’t know about it or just because it doesn’t affect you.
It’s a problem, and it needs to stop. Change the name.
Except you are so daft, it’s not even remotely amusing.
The USB key was essentially developed by a computer whiz to store data, information and other software in a mobile source from one computer to the other. The slasher you see up there was created to cut open solid objects like boxes, ropes, etc but to also carve and slice inanimate objects. The lighter you see up there was made for cigarettes. The first three objects have domestic, legitimate use.
The gun, in contrast, has no other domestic objectives and usage. It was specifically made to kill. That is all. Kill. You don’t use a gun to store software programs, you don’t use a gun to peel an orange, you don’t use a gun to light a cigarette up. You use a gun to kill.
Try another comparison. Stop embarrassing yourselves.
APPLY COLD WATER TO BURNED AREA
NAH MAN IT’S A THIRD DEGREE BURN HERE THE PERSON NEEDS A SKIN GRAPH
After watching Chris Kluwe get slammed on Twitter for favoring gun control, I wrote to him “I tried to cut my steak with an AR-15 last night, and boy is my face red.”
Guns don’t kill people. They’re just devices that make it a hell of a lot easier to kill people.
The facts about Benghazi
“He was a poet who put virtually none of his private life directly into his poems, so that his greatest moments of intimacy are the ones in which he is most hidden.” Robert Frost: the least understood of the great modernists.
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Things to consider following tonight’s match.
1. There’s nowhere to go but up. I’ve been watching the men’s national team for 20 years now, and that’s the ugliest performance I’ve ever seen. Seriously. And the fact that they actually won is goddamn amazing.
2. These guys have played together before, right? I’ve never seen a team with so much experience look so out of joint.
3. Tim Howard is a fucking bodhisattva. The guy with Tourette’s—the guy who should be pathologically twitchy—held everyone together. I made a joke four years ago: “90 percent of the Earth is covered by water. The rest is covered by Tim Howard.” But hell, it’s STILL TRUE.
4. Jesus. Kid Bradley couldn’t have picked a worse time to be awful beyond awful. Especially after the whole “American players don’t get their due because they’re American” mess from last week. Bradley needs to get his shit together, tout suite.
5. Klinsi lovers, rejoice. Zusi (a Klinsi sub) laid a gorgeous ball on for Brooks (another Klinsi sub) to bring it home for ‘Merica.
6. Klinsi haters, rejoice. Holy shit, did our guys look like they hadn’t played together before. I mean, I’ve seen plenty of matches where one team was perfectly happy to sit back and let the other team keep possession, only to spring forward whenever possible. Hell, the ‘02 team’s Dos-a-Cero match against Mexico was a masterclass in counterattacking.
But today? The early goal with a gorgeous piece of football, and then a lot of shoulder shrugging. You CANNOT expect to sit back and soak up pressure for 89 minutes, and yet, that seemed to be the plan.
7. There’s a lot of work to do before Sunday’s match against Portugal.
The English have a great term for a match like this: smash-and-grab. They throw that around when a less-talented team beats a more talented team simply because the more-talented team couldn’t put their opponents away.
That’s what happened here. Ghana played a better game, but they couldn’t find the knockout blow, and John Brooks was monstrous for just the right few seconds. That won’t be good enough against Portugal.
You get home from a long day at work and turn on the TV. It’s been a long week, so you think to yourself- maybe i’ll take the family to a movie on Saturday. Maybe we’ll even go on a vacation soon! We could visit museums and go to plays and see all sorts of fun attractions.
When you turned the TV on, nothing happened. There are no actors to entertain you.
When you went to the movie theater, nothing was showing. There were no advertisements to tell you that anything was showing, so you went to the theater to find out. Nothing playing. There is no one to film and create movies for you. Well at least your vacation will be fun, right? Not like there will be any plays to see and there won’t be anything in the art museums.
Well at least you have the shack you are living in that you made out of cardboard and sheets.
Not like you could find an architect to build you a house with all the money you’re making as an engineer.
This might be the most unlikely political race of the year.
`Republican David Brat, who beat out House Majority Leader Eric Cantor for the primary nomination, will face off against Democrat Jack Trammell for a congressional seat in Virginia. Both are professors at Randolph-Macon College, which might make the next faculty luncheon more than a little awkward.
Brat is the better-known of the two thanks to his upset victory. He was able to defeat the second-ranking House Republican despite spending less than 3% of what Cantor did. He’s the first candidate ever to unseat a sitting House majority leader.