I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. If you want to know what the mainstream will be talking about tomorrow, listen to what I’m saying today.
What do I mean by this? I’ll tell you. The life cycle of a Seattle Rex position is roughly this:
Ignore it and pretend that it was never said Outrage, snark, and ridicule A quiet period, as the evidence of my correctness mounts, but where everyone waits for an “expert” or fashionable observer to confirm what I’ve always known. Acquiescence, where the mainstream finally adopts my opinion as its own,
Continue reading Mounting Proof That Ed Murray is Seattle’s Worst Mayor Ever
When one has lived a charmed life, it can be difficult to imagine what it must be like to be tormented by mental illness. Add to this the fact that many mentally ill people are simply dumped onto the streets when they have no money, and it can be downright impossible to relate to the people who have experienced this pain and suffering firsthand. After all, when we don’t “feel emotionally secure” in a private, locked toilet stall … a national crisis is declared, legislation is passed, and social media erupts with sympathy for us and shame for anyone
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Value Village in Pike-Pine is no more, and all we have to remember it by is this display in what used to be their window.
It says “Rent Control”, and it’s something I very much agree with. There is no incentive whatsoever to create thriving neighborhood businesses, to get involved in the community, to be anything other than a transient when you know that, should you succeed in making the neighborhood a better place to live, you’ll be immediately kicked out while your unit is sold to someone wealthier. “Thanks for everything you’ve done to make this such a
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An outspoken woman in Seattle? Complaining about a perceived imperfection in her extraordinarily-privleged 3%er life? Why, that doesn’t sound right. No, that doesn’t sound right at all. That only always happens!
There’s a point in most moral panics where, emboldened by the cowardice of the populace and complicity of the media, said panic crosses the threshold from vaguely-theoretically-possible, to outright parody. A point where all but the most mentally enslaved exclaim “Oh come on, this is just too much!”, either verbally or in their own minds. The point at which the moral panic, to borrow a phrase, jumps the
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There’s a new mural at 10th & Pine:
On a personal note, I still have the receipt for the best $125 I ever spent.
And while I hate to use such a tragic opportunity to make a point, I nonetheless feel compelled to do exactly that.
See, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
Go to your book collection, your movie collection, your art collection, and your music collection. Now, throw away everything made by a “drug user”. Stand there and look at what remains. It won’t be much. Stand there nonetheless,
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Twice, once in 2008, and again in 2012, the Mayor of Seattle (and nearly all of those Seattleites who call themselves “progressive”), voted for a man, the President of the United States, who was publicly, and rather strongly, against gay marriage.
Not more than two years later, the very same Mayor boycotted the working-class people of Indiana for holding the exact same position as a man he voted for to become President.
Last year, several high-profile individuals lost their jobs when it was revealed that they were against gay marriage in their private lives. Once again, these people maintained
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I made a resolution at the beginning of 2016. I decided to make an effort, a real effort, to just ignore the insanity around me. After all, what can I do? What can one person do when the masses have collectively gone insane? What can you do when tens of thousands of people around you start saying provably irrational things? Things like “gender is 100% determined by society, and has no basis whatsoever in biology”?
“What about chromosomes?”, you wonder, “I thought chromosomes determined ones gender? I thought XX equaled female and XY equaled male? How does society determine
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I’m an avid reader of local meteorologist Cliff Mass’ Blog. It’s an interesting mixture of weather information and brothel reviews which I find both fascinating and arousing.
Upon checking out Cliff’s place today, I learned something new. I learned that happy endings have returned to local massage parlors. Yay! I also learned that this past winter was the wettest winter on record in Seattle.
No, really, I’m not kidding. This past October – February was the wettest on record. This means that every winter people have whined about up until now, have all had less rain than this
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“Why don’t you use the crosswalk!”, bellowed the Seattle Police Officer moonlighting as security for the Paramount Theater.
My companion and I looked at each other with incredulity, before both breaking into laughter.
On this night, the officer had blocked the entire sidewalk for the convenience of a few rich people, necessitating us to walk in the street to get around the obstruction. Given that I have to do this 15-20 times daily just to get to work and back, it doesn’t even register as an unusual thing to do anymore. It’s just an automatic reaction at this point,
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I was walking home from work on Tuesday night when some guy sauntered up beside me and said “Pssst, you need tickets?”
“No”, I replied, before looking up at the nearby Paramount Theater marquee to see who I was being offered tickets to see. Adam Sandler, Rob Schneider, David Spade, Norm McDonald (and Tim Meadows and Nick Swardson, I would find out once in the venue).
The show was starting in a half-hour, and I didn’t hold out much hope for ticket availability, so imagine my surprise when I walked up to the box office and learned that they
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