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Teh St00pid, it BURNS!

“This is not a political war at all. This is not a cultural war. This is a spiritual war. And the Father of Lies has his sights on what you would think the Father of Lies would have his sights on: a good, decent, powerful, influential country – the United States of America. If you were Satan, who would you attack in this day and age? There is no one else to go after other than the United States and that has been the case now for almost two hundred years, once America’s preeminence was sown by our great Founding Fathers.” ~ Delusional Presidential Hopeful Douchenozzle Rick Santorum

To which I respond:

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Shorter Version

A shorter version of the GOP platform:

  • On Women: All your uterus are belong to us.
  • On Social Security: All of your pensions are belong to us and will be handed to Mitt Romney in tax cuts.
  • On Medicare: Phase out, first we will take it from the under 50s and once its gone for them it will be easy to cut it for seniors.
  • On Health Care: We have a health care plan – you die.
  • On Foreign Policy: Bomb, Bomb Iran
  • On the Economy: Its tax cuts all the way down but only for the 1%
  • On the Environment: Drill baby, drill.
  • On Social Issues: Hate baby, hate.

Did I miss anything?

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Lesson Learned

The roads were clear and no snow was predicted, so I drove to work yesterday; the first time in nearly a week.

What a mistake that was.

While I was sitting there on the I-25 at a complete stop, and not one, but two trains sped past, I realized how much I’d grown to once again enjoy taking public transit to work. (Sixteen years in San Francisco being forced to deal with the MUNI on a daily basis made moving back to Phoenix and having to drive an absolute joy.) Yeah, yeah—I have to get up a half hour earlier and end up getting home a half hour later than if I would if I drove, but it’s worth it—even on the days it doesn’t snow. There’s no stress, no dealing with bullshit like traffic stopping on the freeway for no reason whatsoever, and there’s the added perk of  occasionally snapping off photos of attractive strangers.

And also by taking the train and walking from the station to work, I get to see things like this—something I probably would’ve missed had I driven today:

So yeah…unless I absolutely have to take the car to work (like on those rare days I need to journey south to the Colorado Springs office), I’ll be on the bus/train from now on.

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Fill in the Blank

Unattended children will be ____________.

Once again Ben and I were in a restaurant, and a pack of feral children were running wild. The parents—as usual—were completely oblivious. I can now easily understand how children go missing. With such insouciant parents, children in public places are low hanging fruit for predators.

If I had behaved the way I’ve seen children behaving in restaurants (and a multitude of other public places) I would’ve been immediately removed to the car and probably wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after arriving home. My (and Ben’s) parents (as did most families once upon a time) had a zero-tolerance policy in regards to behaving in public, and it was a good thing. But somewhere along the line parents gave up being authority figures and became more concerned with being friends with their offspring.

Becoming friends with your parents is something that may or may not happen after you’re an adult; prior to that it shouldn’t even be part of the parenting equation.

 

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France Declares Scientology a Scam

Well duh!

From Joe.My.God. (I especially like Joe’s final comment. Emphasis mine.)

Now if we could only get this kind of ruling here.

A French court has slapped a fraud sentence on the Church of Scientology, saying it targets vulnerable people for commercial gain. The ruling is a major setback for Scientologists in France, and it marks the first time here that the Church of Scientology has been convicted of organized fraud. The development puts its famous recruitment methods under a spotlight. Scientologists vehemently reject the conviction, saying that they are the victims of anti-cult organizations trying to destroy them. “Respect my religion,” chanted several dozen Scientologists, braving sub-zero temperatures in the front of a courthouse in Paris.

But really, France. How different are alien spaceships and soul volcanoes from water-walking zombies and talking shrubberies?

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Quote of the Day

Left at Joe. My. God. in response to this.

“Little  Ricky Frothy Mix stamping his widdle teabagger feet, hoping the wingnuts will save his now dead and rotting campaign. What is clearer than clear is this sad pathetic self-hating closet case is gay—very, very, very, very gay. And  it scares the froth out of him every waking moment of his hateful little life. Spew all the  hate you want Ricky; it won’t make those glorious images of all those naked men you dream of go away. Barracade your closet door  all you want. It won’t change the fact that  you are what you fear most, and what you clearly desire most.” ~ DaveinSF

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And Then There's This…

Seriously. It’s 28℉ out there right now with snow flurries going on, and there are people getting drunk in the hot tub.

It’s unusual to see them venture out there during the day; normally this only happens after dark.

Last night (with the temperature again in the mid 20s):

Ben: “There are people down in the fucking hot tub!”

Me: “Don’t you mean, ‘There are people down in the hot tub fucking?'”

One friend has suggested a name for the…solution…that the tub is filled with after a typical night: egg drop soup, but personally, when there are only guys down there and the jets are on full blast I prefer “Santorum Souffle.”

Ugh.

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Quote of the Day

Stolen verbatim from Bill in Exile. (Sorry Scott, but I couldn’t have said this better myself.)

“I have to say that killing women with breast cancer before they might consider abortion sometime in their lives is one way to eliminate a woman’s right to choose.”

TBogg in a post about the fact that the Susan G. Komen Foundation—the foundation that sponsors The Race for the Cure that pretty much everyone and their mother has, at one time or another, been hit up for a donation, usually by a co-worker—has cut off funding for breast exams to Planned Parenthood because the Komen Foundation senior executives are virulent anti-choicers and want to punish women for having unapproved sexy time.

My mother died of breast cancer in 1987 at the age of 48 and every time I’ve been approached to sponsor someone participating in The Race for the Cure I’ve done so, gladly.

Never again.

Instead I’ve just donated money to Planned Parenthood and I’d urge you to do the same.

You can do so by clicking this link.

And if you do, be sure to give the donation as an Honorary Giving gift in the name of Karen Handel so that she receives a nice card from Planned Parenthood thanking her for the gift made in her name.

Because she’s the fuckwit at Komen who decided it was better to let women die of breast cancer than risk giving them the ability to have control over their own bodies.

Here’s her info:

Karen Handel
Senior VP of Fail
c/o Susan G. Komen Foundation
P.O. Box 650309
Dallas, TX 75265-0309

I made a donation. Have you?

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