The Gate.

The scene with the construction worker traumatized me. Being scared of shit under the bed or in a closet was one thing. Zombies coming out of walls and mirrors was a whole new way to be terrified of everything around me.

Drew's Script-O-Rama.

He's been running the site since 95. I've been visiting since 96 or 97. I even provided the hardcopy for the Big Lebowski shooting script which he posted a few months before the movie premiered.

The last line really brings it home. It's like if an episode of Curb did a post credits sequence.

Yes. Denigrating a group of men taken as prisoners of war is a great comparison to executing them. They are obviously the same things and are expressly valid excuses from war crimes.

They don't need to be hateful to be counterproductive. Even if they are legit, their methods aren't helpful.

Fair enough. I'm not suggesting it's a conspiracy. Just that we shouldn't let ourselves become complacent to their shit-slinging.

No one took the subreddit of shitheel meme slingers seriously in 2015 either. We tried to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Look where we are now.

So?

Exactly. I've been on boards, communities, channels and networks on dozens of different variations of internet based communication for more than two decades now. I've dealt with these types longer and more often than I'm proud to admit. It doesn't matter how well spoken or well intentioned a few of them are, the people making the most noise on their behalf are shitheel trolls who aren't worth engagement.

Mark my words, they're trying to make a leftist version of The_Donald.

It's up to us to call them on their bullshit before it really takes hold.

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It's not so much a catch phrase, but words that I will always remember.

My grandmother was a WWII vet who came home and vowed to be a pacifist. She raised 7 kids before going back to school. She was at Kent State in 1970, working on her masters degree. She happened to be on the commons when bullets started flying.

She died ~2002. When we were cleaning out her belongings we came across a brown stained handkerchief in a plastic bag along with some news clippings. The clippings were her letter to the editor of the Akron Beacon Journal describing her experience on May 4th. The hanky had a little handwritten note that said "this is the blood of Allison Krause. Shed for many. May 4th, 1970".

My grandmother was an amazing woman who did so many great things after the war. You could easily write a movie about her accomplishments. But out of everything she did, the words on that little note made the biggest impact on who I would grow to be.

Here's a little write up about the hankerchief/clippings.

Holy fuck they sold shirts? I didn't really give a shit about formats other than mp3 before I joined that place. I was a FLAC whore by the time I got off the high seas, and it was because of that place.