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"Now I can't be a man no more, now I got to deal with THIS shit."
I get so tired of the media's most popular, intelligent, and supposedly open-minded personalities -- news personalities -- going on and on about how fat Rush Limbaugh and Michael Moore are. It's not that they aren't, it's just that I have trouble seeing how that has anything to do with their politics or their ideals. I'm just not getting it.
Keith ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Deal or No Deal
Howie, the Banker's not gonna crush my spirit! I know I have the million! NO DEAL!
...oh, sorry. Got distracted.
Okay, here we go:
Racist
Ultra right-wing
Stupid
No sense of humor
Loves Sex and the City
Describes herself as a "girly girl"
Favorite hobby: shopping
Must control the itinerary
Already seeing a good friend of mine
Loves "new country"
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Drink Alcohol Before Doing Anal. (A Manifesto.)
It occurs to me just lately that lots of people go through the famed Five Stages of Grief, in the exact same order, as the five stages of their lives:
- Denial marks the childhood years, the years when we're sheltered from the horrible truths of the world, and we either make up fairy tales to protect us, or have them foisted upon us. Be good, and ( Read more... )
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Writer's Block: If Animals Could Talk
Can you really taste the difference between brands of pet food, or is that bullshit?
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Figurehead n. A person given a position of nominal leadership but having no actual authority.
So. The Republicans.
I'm sorry, Alex, let me phrase that in the form of a question.
WTF is the deal with the Republicans?
I am not here to bury or praise them, for those of you on my flist who are Republican, or who tend ideologically to lean closer to the Republicant's than the Demodon'ts (to use the vernacular of a local radio talk show host who ( Read more... ) -
On the racism flamewar...
I'm gonna say one more thing about the Obama monkey cartoon, and the reaction thereof on my flist. And only one more thing:
Usually, when I see a fuckton of someone else's drama on the web, I have lulz, because I smugly feel like my friends are above that, and because I manage to keep such a drama-free existence, by design ( Read more... ) -
tl;dr
Well, since it's still Ash Wednesday for a little while, I'm going to observe it by making a very blasphemous post. (I'm still trying to get over the fact that the Vice President of these United States has ash on his forehead. PAPISTS! DIRTY ROTTEN PAPISTS!)
( And now, a reading from the book of John, Paul, George, and Ringo... ) -
The saga of KEVIN?!?!
No, I'm not watching the Gay Superbowl. Not this year. The nominees bore me to tears.
However, if I were watching TV (anymore), the chances are very good that I'd see my favorite commercial at least 19 or 20 times in the space of an hour. By "favorite," I mean that in the snarky, quoty, irony-y sense: something I hated for months, resisted in every ( Read more... )
