phrase derived from author James Howard Kunstler's influential work 'The Geography Of Nowhere' which, like similar tomes with a social conscience (e.g., 'Fast Food Nation', 'Bowling Alone', et al), challenged Americans to reassess the plight of their urban/suburban landscapes, especially since the end of World WarTwo. What Kunstler found was a terrain blighted by shopping and strip malls, fast food restaurants, twelve lane super highways, shoddily constructed business and residential developments or what he referred to as 'cartoon architecture'.
Bill : say Tom, where are you living these days ?
Tom : oh, out on 197th Mile Rd. in Paradise County, just east of the Rolling Meadows gated community, adjacent to a Chuckie Cheese's and Major Magic's Pizza Revue, in between the 467th and 468th exit and on ramps to the eighteen lane Interstate, right behind the Wonderland strip mall, right next to a nature band-aid consisting of wood chips and one-foot tall shrubs.
Bill : Wow. In other words, nowhere in particular.
Tom : That's right ! Ain't this country great !
A whack job nutcase who goes on a murderous rampage for any number of reasons, including but not limited to mental instability, political/ideological disputes, delusionalgovernment conspiracy theories, or personal socio-economic woes.
As defined by Pima County, AZ Sheriff Clarence Dupnik on msnbc.
That fuckin' whack-job Jared Loughner who shot AZ Congresswoman Gabby Giffords and 18 others is a prime example of a particularly troubled personality.
Disagreeing with something. Created by the BBC's Sherlock fandom. Usually used when talking about slash and/or Benedict Cumberbach and Martin Freeman's love of one another.
Friend: I don't believe in shipping John and Sherlock under any circumstances.
Me: My boat does not shake in your particular direction. We (the fandom) will ship them hard, and slashily. THE PURPLE SHIRT OF SEX FOREVER!