A superior blog that looks down its self-righteous nose at American pop culture and hypocrisy.
See you soon, Don Lemon. Best wishes for a bigger and better forum for your views. Hey, it’s him . . . Chris Licht’s the problem . . . it’s him.
For any news network, leadership, integrity, professionalism, talent, and ratings are top priorities. Blah, blah, blah, who gives a sh!t.
Remember how the wedding of Harry and Meghan made us feel happy and full of hope? For tomorrow? Remember how the same emotions swept over us, and the world, when President Barack Hussein Obama was elected the first African American president of the United States of America? We knew the moment we dabbed our eyes dry, the love, encircling and massaging the world, would be stopped in its tracks by . . .
With the arrival of Chris Licht, new CNN Chairman and CEO, feathers a-flyin’!
Not too long ago, the water clearly ran blue at CNN. If the water at CNN is looking a little pinkish, thank Chris Licht, CNN’s new Chairman and CEO. Chris Licht, they say, has won an armful of awards for excellence in programming. For CBS. But isn’t that the channel my grandpop and Walter Cronkite would watch—if they were still alive?
The epitome of quiet humility…storming with talent.
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Rest in peace, Chadwick Boseman.
Oh, you really do love him, don’t you? So? Here, have some lemonade. What’s wrong with this lemonade? Why do you love these sick, psycho, murder, whores more than me? Unconditional love is snoring? Uh, boring? 911? 911? Why have you forsaken me? The Blood.
If you were lucky enough to get killed off Star in its explosive season finale,
count it a blessing.
Men lightweight don’t really like when…
She so thirst-eee!!!
Good thing he likes boys–he may be surrounded by a whole lot of ’em soon.
Deep down, shamefully, I wanted it to be true. I needed it to be another useless example of just how ugly and vulgar Trump and his followers could be. Then when I saw his face—Jussie Smollett’s face—saw that the distinctive black and blue hues of hate had left no stain and in their place were surface scrapes as from paper cuts or the nails of newborns, that sinking feeling came over me.
Especially when no evidence materialized. Especially, since, like hoes, there’s a camera on every pole.
Turns out Luca spent the summer abroad and he and Zoey, to stay close, Snapchatted and Instagrammed each other for 3 months. Over that time, the excitement to see her new boo grew, and Zoey was anxious for the start of school (or maybe something freaky). Having arrived before Luca, Zoey was waiting in her dorm room (wine, brie cheese, and candles a-flicker) when there was knock on the door. Luca! It has to be Luca!
Naww.
