Seattle Space Needle Reflection at Night

Understanding the Inmates

That run the asylum …

It’s been a rough decade. A recent study found that, in the last decade, Americans finally lost faith in every, single, solitary institution that they used to hold dear. Supposedly, the CDC and Secret Service were the final holdouts, but even they succumbed to reality over the past year.

Since I was young, I always strived to understand people. Those whom I agreed with, but even moreso, those whom I didn’t agree with. I always sought to understand, and even empathize, with those I was the most disgusted by. Even people who did horrible

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The Lower Troposphere Observation Tower

 

I sometimes look at the Space Needle and wonder … space? It’s 605 feet tall.

Now granted, I’m not 605 feet tall, I’m a little under, but still … space?

What is it supposed to be injecting into the 600′ level, I mean “space”, anyway?

Between you and me, I don’t think the Space Needle reaches all the way into space. I think it’s just some kind of marketing thing. Extreme Lower Troposphere Needle just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

I still like the building, but a little truth in advertising is in order, don’t you

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I Apologize

Seattle Mayor Ed Murray on Saturday announced his decision to prohibit the use of city funds for travel by all city employees on city business to the State of Indiana after the passage of S.B. 101.

The new law, which was signed by Governor Pence on Thursday, has the potential to legalize discrimination against LGBT people and others based on religious beliefs, a press release from Murray said.

“Seattleites know that discrimination has no place in our City – that’s just equality ‘101’,” said Ed Murray.

More than a dozen states this year are considering measures aimed at preventing

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The Crucifixion and Martyrdom of Amanda Knox

It’s over.

Amanda Knox has finally cast off the shackles of her oppressors, and she’s proven to the world that a rich white woman with a highly-paid PR firm behind her, and ties to rich Democratic politicians, can still be treated fairly in our cruel, cruel society.

She suffered for the sins of affluent white girls everywhere, and with a little help from some rich and powerful people, she emerged victorious.

It’s your classic underdog story.

A woman is accused of murder; uses Page 1 from the White Girl Murderer playbook and blames a black guy; is convicted; is

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Sound Familiar?

Yesterday, a woman was beaten on Venice Beach as throngs of onlookers sat and watched.

Sound familiar?

It should. Not long ago, a woman was attacked in Westlake Park in broad daylight, and nobody stepped in to help her there, either.

The two most heavily Democratic jurisdictions in the country, yet not one person lifts a finger to help?

This is what happens when a problem can’t be solved with snarky Internet comments, or barring that, large marches where they outnumber their opponents.

Remember the Slutwalk, where dissenters were “removed” from public streets by march participants?

Hey guys, where

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You’ve Been Hit By … You’ve Been Struck By …

Finding parking during rush hour in Downtown Seattle is a pain in the ass. It’s one of the many reasons I don’t drive. That and, you know, climate change, the thing car drivers are always wagging their fingers and screaming at me over because they don’t think I believe in it strongly enough.

I’m convinced, though. I actually fully agree. I agree that car drivers are ruining the earth. I agree that people who get in airplanes and fly home for the holidays are selfish assholes who would gladly eradicate the entire planet in order to get a Christmas gift

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Confessions of a Hate Criminal

The Seattle Hate Crimes Task Force

As I was walking up Pike Street on Thursday night, something happened so specifically stereotypical, that I thought it had been planned. Seriously, when it happened, I looked around, trying to spot the hidden camera, because it was all just too … convenient.

After walking several blocks, I reached the Starbucks Pretentious Suburbanite Room or Tasting Room or whatever the fuck it’s called. As I stood at the corner of Melrose & Pike, waiting to cross the street, a BMW pulled up, and out popped three precious white women, one from the passenger seat, two from the rear seats.

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Say Hello to My Little Friend

I’ve been critical of the media in the past.

I’ve accused them of keeping the populace scared for ratings.

For Obedience.

And to continue their master’s mental enslavement of the masses.

Not this time, though.

No.

Oh no.

This time, the media was spot on.

See, they told you the drones were coming.

They told you that the drones were coming for you.

They told you to fear the drones, and to fear them with every fiber of your being.

And you know what?

They were right.

See, I got mine.

They used to be called “RC helicopters”.

Or

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Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Fucken Sign

Twenty somethings with cardboard signs.

We have an awful lot of them.

Some of the signs are sad. Some of the signs are funny. Some of the signs are creative.

All of the signs offer help and assistance to passersby for absolutely nothing. Be it food, monetary assistance, or just a sympathetic ear, these young, able-bodied individuals want nothing more than to do a good deed for their fellow man, and the offers of help are made on the homemade signs they work so tirelessly to design.

Just kidding, the signs ask for money. Yes, all of them. Every

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MEattle Hospitality

For the majority of human history, businesses have catered to the wants and needs of the customer.

Here in MEattle, we have turned this paradigm on its head. Here, we run businesses for ourselves. We run them for us. We don’t care what you want. At all. We care what we want. And you better fucking tip us or we will snark your ass on Facebook then hang ourselves from a cross on some national morning TV show.

Alas, I’ve all but stopped going to Hot Mamma’s Pizza because every time I do, there’s a line of people

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