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(Note: This is a repost of the original) Allow me to share with you some revelations I’ve had about Norm MacDonald and Neil Young. Both of these gentlemen are Canadian entertainers who have a rabid fan base, neither of whom I have enjoyed in the past. In fact I would say that I actively disliked them. In the case of Norm MacDonald I particularly detested his stammering delivery of non jokes that he tries to get you to laugh at by blinking you into submission. I seemed to be the only comedian in the world who was happy he got shit canned from SNL. All of my friends love this guy and his appeal was lost on me completely. Read more...

Arlene Patterson was new to teaching in an inner city school- brand new- but she knew, after her extensive teacher training, that she could reach out to these kids and make a difference. The fact that she was a white, hardline mormon from a middle-class suburban middle-America made no difference in her mind. She knew, right through her very soul, that she was the one who could teach these delinquent kids- the ones the Principle of PS 101 had called "unteachable", "hopeless" and even "Seriously dangerous, and not at all stereotypically gang members, but actually gang members.". Arlene knew when "the Man" was talking, and she knew she didn't have to accept anyone else's prejudices or "written warnings from the city police force".

Hey folks, Admin_Rock here. Remember when there used to be three (or four) of us bringing you our thoughts and musings? Yeah, me too. Rather than excessive whining about why it is that the busiest of us somehow is holding the bag and bringing you new content, let's just jump right in: NBC has picked up the latest show from JJ Abrams called "Revolution".

Dear Dickhole: All I was trying to do was buy a superhero T Shirt at a comic book convention. Let me recap our conversation for you: You: (plausibly friendly) Does anyone need a hand with anything? Me: Yes, actually, I could use a hand. I don’t suppose you have any shirts in a size small? You: (turning slightly) No Man, we never do, we just never – not at the conventions. Me: Oh. I see. But you have an online store, is that right? You: (getting douchey) Yeah, but you’ll never bother me there. Me: I beg your Pardon? You: (douchier still) I said you’re never gonna bother me there Man. Me: I see… You: (getting your shovel) Yeah, cause in the last 5 years I have had, like, 2 orders for size small stuff. Me: Look, it’s okay, I’ll move on… You (digging a trench for the battle): Yeah, and you know what’s wrong with you small people?

Alright, you heathens, you keep insisting on asking us about our romantic affiliation with Jesus. The volume of mail about us and Jesus is overwhelming. Every day, you people, with your questions about Jesus, and who kissed who first. Well, there is nothing going on between us and Jesus, but we'd surely like a crack at hitting that. How Hard We'd Hit Jesus: I'd hit that so hard it would take Jesus an extra day to come back at Easter. I'd hit Jesus so hard they'd have to give out Cheerios instead of communion wafers. Read More...