This article is the literary equivalent of calling shutout. Why would the author brag about Cole's durability before he's even played a game in a Canucks uniform? Career-limiting injury in 3...2...
The internet goes out to all ages as well. If parents are that concerned then maybe they need to actually you know, parent. Talk to their kids, use the parental controls, don't let their kids use social media alone. There is sexually explicit music on Spotify. There is R-rated shows on streaming services. This is no different than the Far Right wanting books banned because they're too lazy to parent properly and want the State to do it for them.
Hot Take: Instead of hating on Vegas and Seattle for getting favourable entry draft conditions that have allowed them to be competitive from Day 1 blame the NHL for handcuffing previous expansion teams.
That said, it'll be a cold day in Hell before I ever cheer for Vegas.
We have had way more higher top draft picks in EVERY round (especially last 10 yrs) that if we constructed it better and had more top picks in other rounds develop, we should be much better ourselves
This pome is about not being able to put your foot down and proclaim “Not today, Satan!” because your demons currently have the upper hand.
Satan Über Alles!
I’m living in the shadows
Cast by misremembered days
Searching for a candle
When my whole world is ablaze
I’m cold as only hot blood can be
Squeezed from a heart of stone
I’ve endured life’s incessant cold shoulders
Chilled to the very bone
I’ve got one foot on a tightrope
The other’s walking the razor’s edge
Like the Ministry of Silly Walks
Running from one crisis to the next
But I can’t run away from my thoughts
Even though I’m always losing my mind
I started this race in a hurricane
And ever since I’ve been two steps behind
We place flowers on the altar
Of every abyss Man has ever raised
We’re just preaching to the choir
Where we pretend we don’t know who’s insane
Satan Über Alles!
My redemption arc is on a downward spiral
Trapped inside the tomb that is my head
Full of the sound and none of the fury
Signifying everything I wish I’d never said
So I wash off the writing on the wall
With hard alcohol and tears of regret
You get tired of reading between the lines
When the in between is all you have left
It’s the words before the rhyme
I always thought should matter most
But in my mind’s echo chamber
The inconsequential sounds grandiose
The music of the night
Is a love song from hell to me
And as much as I wish it were true
You can’t put your arms around a melody
We place flowers on the grave
Of every abyss man has ever praised
We’re just preaching to the choir
Where half are mad the other half are insane
Satan Über Alles!
Satan Über Alles!
Satan Über Alles!!
If you wish to create a truly monstrous demon
Pluck the wings from an angel ‘til it passes out screaming
Satan Über Alles! after all