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TIME TO HUNT
THE TERMINAL LIST returns...
SAVAGE SON is coming to Prime Video
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At what point do the negatives of Deion Sanders’ tenure at Colorado outweigh the positives?
Four seasons in, we’re looking at a 19–26 record, embarrassing in-game mismanagement, one of the most undisciplined teams in college football, and increasingly ridiculous press conferences filled with failed gotcha moments and confrontations with reporters.
And in 2027, Deion Sanders will collect $11 MILLION.
For what, exactly?
He doesn’t travel to recruit. He doesn’t call offensive or defensive plays. His most visible contributions on Saturdays seem limited to motivational speeches, sideline theatrics, and looking bewildered when things inevitably go wrong.
But perhaps the most embarrassing part of this entire experiment isn’t even happening on the football field.
It’s Uncle Neely and the propaganda circus surrounding this program.
Christopher “Uncle Neely” Neely has enjoyed extraordinary access to Colorado football while operating what increasingly resembles a personal public relations campaign for Deion Sanders.
Every embarrassing loss needs an excuse. Every legitimate criticism gets dismissed as hate. Every question about accountability turns into another lecture about how grateful Colorado fans should be that Coach Prime decided to come to Boulder.
That’s not objective football analysis. That’s propaganda.
And the $50,000 controversy perfectly illustrates the problem. Neely publicly suggested Sanders had offered critics money to stop mentioning him, creating a national controversy that Sanders later had to explain away as a joke.
Why does someone with this level of access continue to generate distractions for a struggling football program?
The uncomfortable question is whether Colorado has allowed the line between legitimate media coverage and a coach’s personal promotional operation to become completely blurred.
Meanwhile, fans are constantly reminded of the financial miracle Deion supposedly brought to Boulder.
Let’s examine that.
Colorado’s football ticket revenue dropped from $31.2 million in FY2024 to $24 million in FY2025. The athletic department relied on $43.5 million in university support and student fees in FY2025 and projected a $27 million deficit for FY2026.
And while the Boulder Chamber estimated $146.5 million in regional economic activity from CU football in 2024, that figure isn’t university profit or money deposited directly into the city’s coffers.
Boulder’s own finance department acknowledged that the initial Prime Effect wasn’t enough to materially offset the city’s broader sales-tax stagnation.
Colorado was a major research university long before Deion Sanders arrived. Boulder was a thriving college town long before anyone started selling Coach Prime merchandise.
Nobody disputes that Sanders brought publicity, excitement, a Heisman Trophy winner, and a nine-win season.
But publicity isn’t a substitute for coaching. Economic-impact estimates aren’t a substitute for financial accountability. And a personal hype machine isn’t a substitute for building a disciplined, sustainable football program.
At some point, the university needs to stop evaluating Deion Sanders as a celebrity attraction and start evaluating him as an $11 million football coach.
The results, the discipline, the recruiting approach, the embarrassing media circus, and the refusal to acknowledge obvious shortcomings all deserve scrutiny.
Colorado football should belong to the university, its players, its alumni, and its fans. Not to Deion Sanders, Uncle Neely, or an army of people whose primary interest appears to be protecting a brand.
The publicity was great. The experiment has run its course.
Rip the fucking Band-Aid off and go get Jason Eck.
Colorado needs a football coach, not an $11 million celebrity appearance surrounded by a propaganda department.
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They think this will die down after a few days.😖😭
I'm thinking of personally posting this every day until the start of the next season.📣
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This where she fucked up… ruined the entire series for her team… Doing this in the middle of a Finals is crazy ! #BallHalla #Valks #WhereDreamsDie
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She deserve all the backlash she is getting right now. She’s the most unlikable person I have ever seen in professional sports. I am extremely happy that she lost.
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In 1983, Jack Nicholson kept John Candy out until 5 a.m., getting him absolutely wrecked.
Candy stumbled onto the Splash set and told Ron Howard: “Look, I’m drunk. Here’s what happened. I’m at the bar, Jack Nicholson’s at the bar… and he knew my name, Ron! Kept buying me drinks”
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"No Sleep till Brooklyn" was the sixth single from Licensed to Ill(1986). Featuring a guitar solo by Slayer’s Kerry King, the track became one of the Beastie Boys’ signature songs and an early rap-rock landmark. Its title and lyrics reflect the exhaustion of life on the road and the group’s determination to make it back home to Brooklyn, while also nodding to Motörhead’s No Sleep ’til Hammersmith. The video, built as a tongue-in-cheek parody of 1980s glam-metal excess, helped turn the song into one of the band’s most memorable early hits.
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I need more authors, librarians, and book-people on my timeline. Come hang out, lit nerds 📚
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Guns N’ Roses performing “Paradise City” last night at Aerosmith’s comeback concert "California Dream On: Aerosmith & Friends"
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I'm seeing quite a bit of comment about this, so I want to make a couple of points.
I'm not owed eternal agreement from any actor who once played a character I created. The idea is as ludicrous as me checking with the boss I had when I was twenty-one for what opinions I should hold these days.
Emma Watson and her co-stars have every right to embrace gender identity ideology. Such beliefs are legally protected, and I wouldn't want to see any of them threatened with loss of work, or violence, or death, because of them.
However, Emma and Dan in particular have both made it clear over the last few years that they think our former professional association gives them a particular right - nay, obligation - to critique me and my views in public. Years after they finished acting in Potter, they continue to assume the role of de facto spokespeople for the world I created.
When you've known people since they were ten years old it's hard to shake a certain protectiveness. Until quite recently, I hadn't managed to throw off the memory of children who needed to be gently coaxed through their dialogue in a big scary film studio. For the past few years, I've repeatedly declined invitations from journalists to comment on Emma specifically, most notably on the Witch Trials of JK Rowling. Ironically, I told the producers that I didn't want her to be hounded as the result of anything I said.
The television presenter in the attached clip highlights Emma's 'all witches' speech, and in truth, that was a turning point for me, but it had a postscript that hurt far more than the speech itself. Emma asked someone to pass on a handwritten note from her to me, which contained the single sentence 'I'm so sorry for what you're going through' (she has my phone number). This was back when the death, rape and torture threats against me were at their peak, at a time when my personal security measures had had to be tightened considerably and I was constantly worried for my family's safety. Emma had just publicly poured more petrol on the flames, yet thought a one line expression of concern from her would reassure me of her fundamental sympathy and kindness.
Like other people who've never experienced adult life uncushioned by wealth and fame, Emma has so little experience of real life she's ignorant of how ignorant she is. She'll never need a homeless shelter. She's never going to be placed on a mixed sex public hospital ward. I'd be astounded if she's been in a high street changing room since childhood. Her 'public bathroom' is single occupancy and comes with a security man standing guard outside the door. Has she had to strip off in a newly mixed-sex changing room at a council-run swimming pool? Is she ever likely to need a state-run rape crisis centre that refuses to guarantee an all-female service? To find herself sharing a prison cell with a male rapist who's identified into the women's prison?
I wasn't a multimillionaire at fourteen. I lived in poverty while writing the book that made Emma famous. I therefore understand from my own life experience what the trashing of women's rights in which Emma has so enthusiastically participated means to women and girls without her privileges.
The greatest irony here is that, had Emma not decided in her most recent interview to declare that she loves and treasures me - a change of tack I suspect she's adopted because she's noticed full-throated condemnation of me is no longer quite as fashionable as it was - I might never have been this honest.
Adults can't expect to cosy up to an activist movement that regularly calls for a friend's assassination, then assert their right to the former friend's love, as though the friend was in fact their mother. Emma is rightly free to disagree with me and indeed to discuss her feelings about me in public - but I have the same right, and I've finally decided to exercise it.
“I think she’s going to find that you can’t sit on the fence... The real win is when ordinary people can say these things.”
@DerryBanShee speaks to @joshxhowie about Emma Watson’s comments about JK Rowling.
📺 youtu.be/r2OGEITYe2Y
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Son: Dad, did you guys really have better music back in the '80s?
Dad: We had songs that made you turn the radio all the way up, roll down the windows, and forget about everything else.
Here, listen to this.
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In December 1958 the Polish embassy in Beijing refused to let the sparrow killers onto its grounds, so the Chinese surrounded it with drummers and kept the drums going for two days until every bird sheltering in the garden had dropped dead from the air, and the diplomats cleared them up with shovels.
That is how thorough it was. The campaign had been running since the spring. Every village, school and factory was turned out with gongs, pans and firecrackers to keep the sparrows flying until their hearts gave out. Nests were torn from eaves, eggs smashed, chicks killed, and children went through the fields with slingshots and were paid by the bird. The dead came in by the basket, strung on wires, piled on carts, and the totals went up the chain as a harvest. Something close to two billion sparrows in two years. The embassy garden was the last place in the capital with birdsong in it, and the drums got that too.
A zoologist called Zhu Xi had told them before it started that a king had tried this and lost. Frederick the Great of Prussia had put a bounty on sparrows in the 1740s to save his grain and his cherries, and the sparrows went, and the caterpillars they had been eating stripped his orchards to the stalk, and the king cancelled the bounty and paid to have sparrows brought back from neighbouring states and let loose. The whole episode was in the library. The ministry had a figure for what a sparrow ate and no figure for what it did, and a man with the second figure was told to sit down.
The locusts arrived on schedule. Then the grain borers. A sparrow takes a few grains from a field in autumn and feeds its chicks nothing but insects all spring, and with the sparrows gone the insects had the rice and the wheat to themselves. The counties with the most sparrows to lose saw their grain fall the furthest, and the rice and wheat that had been holding the country up went down together.
That was 1959, and the state took its grain quota anyway, on the harvest that had been reported. What was left in the villages was not enough, and the famine that followed over the next three years is the largest in human history: tens of millions dead, the estimates running from fifteen million to forty-five, whole counties in Anhui and Sichuan where the living could not bury the dead. The sparrows were one cause among several and the economists who have gone back to the county records put the bird's share at something over two million people, with another four hundred thousand never born. Two million, from a campaign against a thing that weighs an ounce.
By 1960 the ornithologist Tso-hsin Cheng, who had been cutting open dead sparrows and counting the insects in their stomachs, got the bird struck off the list and bed bugs put in its place. There were almost no sparrows left in China to pardon. So the government did what Prussia had done two centuries before: it bought a quarter of a million sparrows from the Soviet Union and shipped them east in crates, to be released into a country that had drummed every one of their relatives out of the sky.
The animal that does the invisible job is always the one on the ledger as a cost. Take the sheep off a chalk down and the orchids are under scrub in twenty years. Fence the cattle off a Welsh hill and the bracken takes it. Empty a savannah of its herds and the grass goes to fire. All of it written down, all of it in the library, all of it available to the next committee with a figure for what a cow eats.
Beijing paid Moscow for the birds in hard currency. The men who had said so in 1958 were still not allowed to say so in 1960.
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On July 27, 1361, the Danish king Valdemar IV landed an army on the Swedish island of Gotland and marched on the rich trading town of Visby.
Standing in his way was a local army of Gotland farmers.
The Danes were professional soldiers and hired mercenaries. The Gotlanders were whoever could be found. When archaeologists studied their bones centuries later, they found teenage boys, old men, and men with old injuries and deformities that would have made fighting hard. Some had badly healed fractures. Some had spinal problems.
They were slaughtered just outside the town walls. A stone cross still stands at the site. Its inscription says that in 1361, the Gotlanders fell into the hands of the Danes before the gates of Visby. It asks the reader to pray for them.
The town's merchants, according to tradition, kept the gates shut while it happened. Visby surrendered and paid the king to leave it alone.
The dead were thrown into mass graves. And here is what makes Visby one of the most important battle sites in Europe.
It was the middle of summer. The bodies were rotting fast. Armor was valuable, but stripping hundreds of decaying corpses was more than anyone was willing to do. So many of them were buried still wearing it.
When archaeologists dug the graves in the early 1900s, they found skulls still inside their chain mail hoods. They found two dozen coats of plates, an early type of body armor made of iron plates riveted inside a fabric or leather covering. Almost none of this armor survives anywhere else. Visby is a big part of how we know what it looked like.
They recovered the remains of around 1,200 people.
The wounds tell the story of the fighting. Arrowheads lodged in skulls. Heads split by blades. And a huge number of cuts to the lower legs, especially the shins. Men were holding shields high to protect their heads and bodies, and the enemy went low.
One skull had been hit so many times that researchers could see the man had kept taking blows after he was already down.
Most battlefields lose their dead to scavengers and time. Visby kept them exactly as they fell, armor and all, because it was too hot to clean up.
