Mack Reed

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Angry agitprop on a freshly-pasted street poster in LA’s Silver Lake neighborhood, snapped Wednesday afternoon — photo via cool iPhone app Snapcious.

Hey, amigos:

Yes, you, the ones with the ad agency contacts and the AlwaysBeClosing tattoos:

If you have strategic vision, sales team management experience, a thick little black book and the knife-in-your-teeth attitude of a closer, check out this job listing: POCHO wants to interview you for a job as our Jefe de Sales y Business Development.


Pop quiz: Say you’re the mayor of East Haven, CT and you wouldn’t know the meaning of STFU even if someone dropped a dumpster-full of it on your head from 90 stories up.

A TV reporter asks for comment after the FBI busted four of your police officers on charges they acted like “bullies with badges,” beating up, harrassing and lying about Latinos – who make up 10% of your citizenry.

How do you promise you’ll reach out to your Latino community? Wait – you’re gonna what? Dig yourself into a bottomless hole like a meth-addicted Marine on a Red Bull bender under heavy machine gun fire? Okay – hang on a sec, we need to grab some popcorn and a couple of beers.
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24 hours of STFU against SOPA AND PIPA

We’re gonna get real with you for just a second, and then it’s back to the jajaja.

We know it, you know it, even thousands of freaked-out college students know it now:

SOPA and PIPA are horrible bills that would turn control of all the mad, juicy goodness of the Internet – including sites like ours –  over to a handful of greedy, pinstripe-suited dobermans known as entertainment industry lawyers. And those dogs would rip it all to bloody shreds.

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Mayan Doomsday 2012? Instant karma gonna get you

by Mack Reed December 29, 2011 Cultura
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We as a species deserve whatever Mayan Doom 2012™ brings our way. Tweet-comic Jon Hendren proved it on Xmas and Boxing Day when he retweeted people’s bitching about not getting the gifts they wanted. Boohoo, they moaned – no one loves me enough to give me the muy caro gadget I need sooo sooo badly. […]

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