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...slaves. But all that happened years ago. One would assume that by now any form of bigotry would be completely eradicated, but no. The people who suffered persecution in Europe, Asia or Africa are now the persecutors, thereby perpetuating hate and fear. Shouldn't that kind of American wake up, realize that they live in a different world where there is no pure blood (we are all "mixes," thank God!) and mature once and for all? Maybe Barack Obama cannot change our country that much. But he might make us all more aware of the so-called brotherhood...
...credit must be given where credit is due: The Cure are a classic. In 1976, they arose in the wake of the punk rock revolution. Fronted by Robert Smith and featuring an ever-changing line-up, The Cure quickly gained fame and have been cited in countless “influenced by” lists. With their dark subject matter, gloomy and haunting melodies, and tormented image, they were branded as “gothic,” a label Smith constantly hopes to shun. Accordingly, the band has progressively gained a much more mainstream sound. With...
...proven masterful on a singular level (yes, even the porn stars), is not only toxic, but pitiful. While isolated moments prove funny—mostly because they’re outrageous—the film is a total flop, a rare tapestry of hilarious individuals who flounder in the wake of inexcusably bad writing, a terrible plot, and unbearable clichés. The setting is Monroeville, Pa., a typically gritty Smith-style suburb in which vulgarity seeps out of the gutters. Zack (Rogen) and Miri (Elizabeth Banks) are the archetypal faux-platonic best friends who met in the first grade?...
...should have a little sympathy for Harvard and the other Ivy League teams seeking that top spot. We can afford to mess up this weekend. They can’t.HARVARD (5-1, 2-1 Ivy) AT DARTMOUTH (0-6, 0-3 Ivy)It’s Saturday afternoon. You wake up in a strange, unknown place; and judging by the hardwood floor you slept on and the cockroach crawling into your nostril, you come to the vague conclusion that you’re in a River House. Your only memory of Halloween is that the hot gypsy you were dancing...
...public’s attention. And yet, just like the overplayed photo-ops whose intended meaning is forgotten as the glitches emerge with every repeated viewing (Dukakis’s tank experiment that torpedoed his campaign, for example) Palin has lost control of her own significance. In the wake of news that her two-month-old wardrobe is worth more than most Americans’ yearly incomes and that she abused her gubernatorial powers, her honest hockey-mom façade seems to have cracked. And exposed underneath—well—there just doesn’t seem...