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…and say that he should be put on some pedestal because he’s an artist. Bullshit. According to the laws of this country, he’s a rapist. He did something wrong, and he has to own up to it just like everyone else. And this ‘artist’ crap? Yeah, you know who else was an artist? Hitler. Do a few landscapes make him any less of a monster? No, no they don’t.
Here’s the thing - sure, we can talk about Polanski’s movies and how awesome they are - I mean, Chinatown is an absolutely fantastic film and should be a mainstay in teaching film - but it doesn’t change who he is. We shouldn’t let how great the work is affect how we view the director. Michael Bay made Armageddon, which is one of my favorite I-always-watch-it-when-it’s-on-TV movies, but it doesn’t make him any less of an asshole. Kevin Smith has produced probably the largest cult-classic body of work since Mel Brooks was on his game, but he’s still a bit of douche. And James Cameron - well, I just don’t like him.
So when you talk about Roman Polanski, talk about what he is: a coward who had sex with a 13-year-old and ran away to avoid punishment.
This has been a public service announcement.
SOTU: President Obama embraces Rep. Gabrielle Giffords ahead of tonight’s State of the Union address.
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This is what America’s about right here. Perseverance and support.
17 years.
1,954 games.
1,664 hits.
1,065 runs batted in.
275 home runs.
In the playoffs 16 out of 17 seasons.
Four World Series rings.
And a symbol of class. Diana Munson, widow of Yankee captain Thurman Munson, thanked Jorge for “bringing me back to baseball.”
Thanks for everything, Jorge.
(Photo of a tearful Jorge Posada announcing his retirement from professional baseball at Yankee Stadium on Tuesday by Ron Antonelli / New York Daily News)
Just want to say I credit this guy with getting me behind the plate when no one else would. Jorge is class at its finest, and when I played ball I tried to be as stand-up as him, even in the worst innings.

Two decades later and I’ve still got my Big Blue fever. They couldn’t cure it.
In terms of forward progress, today was backwards.
…who makes a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and doesn’t take it as a personal challenge to eat the entire batch in one sitting.
This actually makes me hate the movie a little bit less
George Clooney, you perfect bastard.
Well, I happen to have the novelized version of this movie right here, and I will share with you one of the best sections from it.
“Pamela watched Bruce’s retreating back for a moment, then frowned at her invitation. “Batman and Robin,” she hissed. “Militant arm of the warm-blooded oppressors! Animal protectors of the status quo! First I’ll rid myself of the winged and feathered pests - and then Gotham will me mine for the greening!”
And scene.