We Are Back in Reality Out of Cigarettes Dying Gorgeously for an Unknown Principle

LeBron said, reading off cue cards, this entire process, in which I held hostage the hopes of loyal fans in my native Cleveland for a year (even though I had no intention of playing in this shithole one minute longer than I needed to) and in which I turned an entire cable network into my personal bitch, especially that fat fucking whore fucking Michael fucking Wilbon, has been humbling.

Run with the metaphors as far as you wish. This is as much as I'll die for this unknown principle.

UPDATE!

I can't resist re: metaphors - burning LeBron shirts, burning the masters' police cars, achieving the same ends.

UPDATE!

Yes, the fuckers ESPN/Disney/ABC censored/claimed copyright (same thing) the video. Apt. Fuckers.

• Down to the last arrows.
• I hollared at Bacevich ten days ago. IOZ does yesterday.
• Next Afghanistan.
• Parsing progressive prospectives on power's abuses.
• Thought experiment.
• Thought experiment.
• Then and now.
• A vulgar rejection.
• UPDATE! The neo-con method.
• This calls for making more poor people suffer more!
• UPDATE! This was my reaction when I saw the headline too.
• The Mickle Truth rings true to this parent of a rising high school senior.
• Dear Someone. I can vouch: hearing the gruff and serious grandpa voice over "Our troops deserve better," on this - and all advocacy ads run in DC, all run on WTOP on the sevens as we wait for the eights to get traffic, piss me off.
• Quick one.
• BLCKDGRD translated into Hungarian by someone googling eformeday eoplepay.
• My future hell.
• Maryland versus pig.
• United's weakness, USMNT's weakness = holding mids. Which I've been yodeling, yo.
• UPDATE! 4-2-3-1.
• Why England's national team sucks.
• More Robben meme!
• Rock stars grow old.
• New Sun Kill Moon!
• 1971. (h/t)
• I love Tindersticks.

KEIN TRAUM

Frank O'Hara

Awakening, now, the war has broken out
everything is vicious and cruel
as it really is
we are back in reality
out of cigarettes
dying gorgeously
for an unknown principle
as persons we are abstract
and certain
the smoldering snow is falling
as it did when Liszt died
and the Austro-Hungarian empire
was initiating trouble
a lot of trouble
there was a germ of outrageous desire
it lodged in our hearts
it will never succumb it is within us
it will never die
be we shall die
and awaken from our torment
in a storm of anguish
which is just
octaves of war
pound through my willing brain
and everything is right again
we are deciduous
like a dead tree
across this vile street
an old lady in a wig is plucking her eyebrows
in the window
death