Here we are, the penultimate Succession episode. Going in, the question remained: Will an Elon Musk-type guy crumble their father's media company, or will the Roy siblings continue to run their family empire into the ground themselves? And then we almost came closer to finding out in the extra long, 74-minute episode. That meant 14 more minutes than usual of back-stabbing, venomous whispering, and just generally treating everyone who doesn't have the last name of Roy with complete contempt—but very little by way of actual plot development. Are the Roy siblings simply too far gone? Most definitely. |
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What else would you wear to bid a not-so-fond adieu to your billionaire father? |
| Jackets, quarter zips, comfy T-shirts, and more are half off. |
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It's now almost five decades since the Republican party was first bedeviled by its own Undead: an Undead appetite for cruelty in public policy; an Undead attraction to the political use of fear and cultural bogeymen; and an Undead proclivity for causing the same damage, over and over again—running up crippling deficits, following the culture wars to inevitable extremes, and harboring a misbegotten devotion to Dear Leader, whether to Ronald Reagan and his magical supply-side America, or to George W. Bush and his crusade to turn every Middle Eastern despotism into Rhode Island at the point of an RPG, or (finally and most destructively) to Donald J. Trump, who lied worse than Reagan and had lousier foreign policy than Bush. The Undead followed with them all. And as the putative Republican presidential candidates begin to emerge, it has become obvious that they must contend with a powerful new faction of the Undead: the specter of the previous president of the United States. |
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The actor will bet it all on Horizon. |
| We grilled steaks, burgers, hot dogs, you name it—these are the ones that came out on top. |
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"If it wasn't for the fans, you and I would not be talking right now," Sung Kang tells Esquire. "So, what a beautiful Hollywood story to be a part of. After playing Han, I got a metaphoric garage clicker for everyone's life. Everybody wants to share their car history, what they're driving, what their project car is, and their relationship to the franchise and the character. I get a taste of what it feels like to be a sports hero, like Michael Jordan or Babe Ruth, and people just assume that I'm some professional driver or mechanic—and I'm not. It's pretty cool to be a symbol of something that people aspire to be on a personal level: family-centric, loyal, does the right thing, and has some really sick cars." |
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