Then again, I’ve never really liked Ennis’s stuff all that much.
Marianne Williamson is a quack. And though most of us know it, and though Williamson is probably just on that stage to waste time and wreak merry havoc with primary results—another reason why she’s such a favorite among people who prioritize fucking with “the system” over making meaningful or substantive political change—if we in the media keep elevating her, without pointing out that she fundamentally doesn’t belong on that debate stage, all this could go very, very wrong. We know how it can go wrong. We elected the Novelty Candidate last time.
I think I might actually vote for Biden before I voted for Marianne Williamson. She is a fraud and a lunatic, and has no business being on the stage even with John Delaney, much less any of the actually viable candidates for the Democratic nomination.
I think I saw them open for Slayer once in the early/mid-1990s, but I have never really listened to their stuff. I started out the morning with Altars Of Madness and am on to Covenant. Gateways to Annihilation is next on the list.
No one knows for sure who John Hickenlooper was, as the details of his existence fell out of collective memory ages ago. But scholars who have studied the few fragments that haven’t been lost to time say that he was most likely an older Caucasian man who enjoyed stammering complaints about socialism through a mouth chock-full of marbles.
On that note, I had forgotten how amazing the most recent Testament album is:
This feels like in the movies, when there’s that scene of all the birds flying in the same direction, or the villagers finding that the river has run dry.