“Men with a history of violence live in fear of retribution.”
― Jennifer Egan, Black Box
I’ve never met anyone in my life who is conniving and dishonest as this guy. He’s my brother so it’s hard to talk about this, but I believe that if he gets elected, he’ll eventually serve time in prison.
The brother of GOP congressional candidate Kerry Bentivolio. This would be an incendiary thing for even a fleeting associate to say about a candidate, let alone a family member, but it’s not the oddest thing to come out of the race for Michigan’s 11th congressional district. A former schoolteacher, Bentivolio was accused of grabbing children’s desks and screaming at them, telling students of his goal to “make each of you cry at least once,” and admitting to a class that they “are just a paycheck to me.” According to his brother, he owes $20,000 in a botched housing deal; Bentivolio responded to accusation by asking the FBI to investigate his brother (so he says; the FBI hasn’t confirmed that it’s doing any investigating into the matter). Bentivolio, who once said that he “has a problem” determining whether or not he’s actually Santa Claus, is currently polling 8 points ahead of his Democratic opponent. source
—Seth @ ShortFormBlog
"How about this. How about you shut your fucking mouth before I kick your teeth down your throat and shut it for you."
Saving Private Ryan, 1998 (dir. Steven Spielberg)
Is the absence of pain really happiness?
Spilling blood like savages.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Percy Bysshe Shelly