Mr Messi towers above all others. Only a bribe to FIFA can deny him the gong.
Mr Ronaldo is a gift to his own mirror.
One sees masculine anger in medieval monotheist violence against modernity. One sees it in the Bundy bandits menacing Oregon with their guns and their meth. And one sees it at the political rallies of the Trump and Sanders campaigns, with the exception that the anger at the latter’s rallies is more erudite and coherent. The anger at Trump rallies, fueled by Cialis, is an unhealthy quiche of diabolical diction and misogynistic ideas.
Men want their masculine entitlement back. #notallmen
The assumption of the infallibility of Mr Corbyn and his grassroots cadres is the end of democratic politics and the beginning of organised religion.
David Vitter was already damaged goods because of his plaçage arrangement.
Mr (John Bel) Edwards sounds like a political neanderthal, but he’s still a better choice than Mr Brothel.
I should really check my homo sapiens privilege.
Mr Corbyn has become the José Mourinho of Labour.
After losing 4-0 against Barca, the power of CR7 will fade. He must depart into the West, to the LA Galaxy, or dwindle to a short pants popinjay, slowly to forget and to be forgotten.
Enya’s first language is ethereal.
It is always bittersweet when the great ones fall, even in MMA.
Comedy is dead. Irony has taken over.
CR7 says said he wants to retire with dignity. He’s still no Messi.