Is Elvis Costello the weedy man with glasses kicking back at everyone who snubbed him?
No, it was specifically outrage that the nation had elected a boasting groper, a sexual predator-in-chief, an unqualified showboat instead of that outstandingly qualified woman texting in dark glasses, kicking ass, getting shit done.
By the 1950s there were few men who didn't come home from a long day at work, throw a few ice cubes into the highball glass, and kick back on the couch before dinner with a little something to take the edge off.
I shouted, "Stand back" and I broke the glass by kicking it and a big cloud of black smoke hit me in the face.
He sliced a love seat with a knife, smashed a glass bowl, kicked and broke a side table and threatened to kill himself.
For old times' sake, for decent standards and values, for teaching some of us what football was intended to represent, I shall raise a glass come kick-off time at Oakwell and drink to Marmsey Fetball Cleb.
Minus the context Connelly provides in his introduction, particularly his apt and telling choice of the word "communion," with all the spiritual symbolism it implies, to describe a homicide detective's feelings of obligation to murder victims, we could be reading a detail of an overworked cop who hates to do paperwork, or has taken to chewing his glasses to kick a nicotine habit.
It is there when you turn on your television or your computer to the sight of shattered glass and kicked-in doors and the slice of a blade along a human throat and robotic factories assembling robotic killing machines and a white police officer shooting an unarmed black man in the back as he runs away.
And the bottom line was Utah was more physical than us tonight and they kicked our behind on the glass and they kicked our behind in the half-court and you have to give them credit.
