Hate is a strong word, but in this case it works. Phil Collins almost single-bandedly ruined the early eighties for me—well, him and what's her face. Living on Long Island then, there was a
Collapsing Shack, AZ—This is some serious breaking news: now that this distracting election is over, it's time to push aside useless labels like Tea Bagger, Bleeding Heart Liberal, Limp-Wristed Cow-Kissing Independent, or Humanitarian Sheep-Humping