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.
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.
A posh accent signifies more than class to the American ear. It also resonates the excellence of intellect, manifest in prose and poetry; it conjures a vision of Oxbridge in the days when gentlemen scholars wore cap and gown while pondering the mysteries, and Virginia Woolf was consigned to the gravel path.
Russell Brand’s advice to not vote appears to have paid off for the Conservative Party.
Centuries from now, the Shroud of Messi will be put on display by the Vatican.
Re Biker gangland in Waco: like other post-colonial societies, the US has a problem with civil violence.
The original Boston Tea Party involved posh British-colonial landed gentry and wealthy merchants, who disguised themselves as blacks, Indians, and women in order to carry off what amounted to economic espionage; it was behavior worthy of what today would be called the Bullington Club ethos of the participants.
Members of the media show their true colours during a disaster, no longer the esteemed “4th Estate” revealing the truth of power, but rather a rapacious horde producing soon to be unconfirmed “scoops” as the prize of fleeting journalistic glory.
Is it too early for Je suis Lena (Dunham)?
Harry Kane is the English Messi. Nothing can stop him.
I’m pleased to see Ms Knox having a joyous sense of relief after the vendetta waged against her for eight years has finally come to an end.
American Presidents don’t wear hats unless they are from Texas.
Football + fashion = concussion couture (Tommy Hilfiger).
I think what people say in red states is “if it’s broke, don’t fix it.”
Mr Biden has to deal with Republican extremists every single day.
Judicial activism by conservative judges must end (injunction against immigration reform).
There are only two football gods: Zlatan and Messiah.
I laughed out loud at your conspiracy theory (every day to the political cyberspace).
Slavoj Žižek has been accused of plagiarism. He enjoyed someone else’s symptom.
States’ rights red state governors shouldn’t beg for federal assistance.
“The Good Wife” is passé now. All praise to the red-headed Wildling.
It is very likely the Pope will present the cup to Messi in Brazil; then abdicate in favor of Messi.
China never had root until Snowden’s consultation.
The crazy rant is Fox News’ business model.
Portlandia aren’t hipsters.
Jay Carney pwned the WH press corps.
I think the pecking order goes something like this: St. Maradona, Pope Francis, Messi.
I’ve been hooked on “soccer” since a friend playing for UC Berkeley’s women’s team invited me to a game. A fight broke out.