With the red hair of one she-urchin in the gutter I will set fire to all modern civilization. Because a girl should have long hair, she should have clean hair; because she should have clean hair, she should not have an unclean home: because she should not have an unclean home, she should have a free and leisured mother; because she should have a free mother, she should not have an usurious landlord; because there should not be an usurious landlord, there should be a redistribution of property, because there should be a redistribution of property, there shall be a revolution. That little urchin with the gold-red hair, whom I have just watched toddling past my house, she shall not be lopped and lamed and altered; her hair shall not be cut short like a convict’s; no, all the kingdoms of the earth shall be hacked about and multilated to suit her. She is the human and sacred image; all around her the social fabric shall sway and slip and fall; the pillars of society shall be shaken, and the roofs of ages come rushing down; and not one hair of her head shall be harmed.
G.K. Chesterton (via azspot)

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if you thought I wouldn’t watch every single Stone Cold Steve Austin movie on Netflix you thought wrong.

mightyflynn:

Cutch
April 4, 2014
PNC Park
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Photo by Gene J. Puskar/AP

mightyflynn:

Cutch

April 4, 2014

PNC Park

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Photo by Gene J. Puskar/AP

John Lennon was such a shitty dad that the best thing he ever did for his first son was written by Paul McCartney and performed at its very best by Wilson Pickett.

This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are - hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.
Thomas Ligotti (via cyborges)

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Do you know what I love most about baseball? The pine tar, the resin, the grass, the dirt - and that’s just in the hot dogs.
David Letterman (via mightyflynn)
Baseball, unlike football, basketball, hockey, and soccer, is indeed more than just a sport. Its designation as a “pastime” hints at its essential conservatism as an activity borne of a vanished agrarian civilization in which leisure was valued and in which time was to be filled with imaginative human creativity. Baseball was birthed when the concept of time had not yet been warped into an oppressive, artificial control imposed by the clockmaker captains of industry.
The Magic and Mystery of Baseball (via azspot)

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comicblah:

The Shadow, pencils by Jim Steranko, inks by Dave Stevens

comicblah:

The Shadow, pencils by Jim Steranko, inks by Dave Stevens

Opening (a beer) Day

Opening (a beer) Day

That which is for me through the medium of money – that for which I can pay (i.e., which money can buy) – that am I myself, the possessor of the money. The extent of the power of money is the extent of my power. Money’s properties are my – the possessor’s – properties and essential powers. Thus, what I am and am capable of is by no means determined by my individuality. I am ugly, but I can buy for myself the most beautiful of women. Therefore I am not ugly, for the effect of ugliness – its deterrent power – is nullified by money. I, according to my individual characteristics, am lame, but money furnishes me with twenty-four feet. Therefore I am not lame. I am bad, dishonest, unscrupulous, stupid; but money is honoured, and hence its possessor. Money is the supreme good, therefore its possessor is good. Money, besides, saves me the trouble of being dishonest: I am therefore presumed honest. I am brainless, but money is the real brain of all things and how then should its possessor be brainless? Besides, he can buy clever people for himself, and is he who has power over the clever not more clever than the clever? Do not I, who thanks to money am capable of all that the human heart longs for, possess all human capacities? Does not my money, therefore, transform all my incapacities into their contrary?
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wrong-url-motherfucker:

Government, Monty Python Style

Florence by Jasper Francis Cropsey

Florence by Jasper Francis Cropsey

Steamboat on the Ohio by Thomas Pollock Anshutz. 

Free admission at the Carnegie Museums tonight.

Steamboat on the Ohio by Thomas Pollock Anshutz.

Free admission at the Carnegie Museums tonight.

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