If you think that Donald “Orange Julius Caesar” Trump is the first person to turn politics in the United States into a farce featuring fifth-grade insults, bullying, and all-round terrible behavior, you’re wrong. Here’s Adam Conover to run over a quick list of history’s Trumps and forever change the way you say “LBJ”:
If you’d like some amusing background noise to help you finish off the final hours of the Friday workday, you might want to play this 3.5 hour ad featuring Andy Daly reading all insults directed toward Laphroaig single malt whiskey from its #OpinionsWelcome campaign on Twitter. I’m amazed it even got green-lighted:
Laphroaig isn’t for everyone. If all your preference is for Glenlivet, Laphroaig is on the other end of the whisky flavor map, which is probably why a number of people liken it to tasting like “a burning hospital”:
“Trumpism stunned America with its exhibition of a substantial, revanchist slice of white working class voters who experience politics as a zero-sum game — a group that would rather burn the house down than witness the economic and cultural ascendancy of other identities.”
Of course, the practice of appropriating or big footing an identity slogan like “Black Lives Matter,” especially to trash it, is an automatic fuck you. What makes a phrase like this so scintillating to the haters, and so toxic to everyone else, however, has to do with every other meaning it dredges up. The first and most inflammatory one that comes up for me is the most literal one. That’s the reference to (or “the matter of”) guns out there in the hands of blacks. Along those lines, it incorporates the racist stereotype of violent black dudes and how the white man, with his family to protect, can’t just sit there idle. … As if “WHITE GUNS DON’T.”
…and covered to great effect in the opening sequence of Adam Sandler’s 1998 film, The Wedding Singer:
Dead or Alive tunes found their way onto many a mixtape that got played in the Deathmoble — my car of that era, a Volvo 245 DL station wagon, named after the car in Animal House — like the one pictured below:
This isn’t my car from the ’80s, but it could be its stunt double.
Again, not my car’s interior, but very, very close.
I’ll close this Pete Burns tribute with another favorite from Youthquake — In Too Deep.Requiescat in pace, Pete, and thanks for all the tunes.