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Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
Don't tell me they can't do this.
(As if anyone needs to "get away" with eating cake for breakfast. We're all adults here. If I want to eat cake, or pie, or sushi for breakfast, I goddamned will!)
Annie Lennox: Diva (1992)
I'm not going to tell you my #1 choice for the Democratic party nomination but I will tell you that I'd happily settle for my 20th choice. ~ John Fugelsang
When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people." ~ John Steinbeck
Donna Summer: Bad Girls (1979)
I was raised with dogs, but for nearly all my adult life I never really thought of myself as a dog person. My first non-aquatic pet was a cat I'd kidnapped from my tweeked out ex (who was planning on jetting off for Christmas and just leaving her outside for a week because he couldn't find her before heading to the airport). Sasha ended up becoming my charge because there was no way I was going to give her back to him since he obviously didn't give a shit about her.
I became deathly allergic to the little furball about three months after she moved in, but that didn't dissuade me from continuing to love and care for her for several more years. That's why they make inhalers, right?
She ended up living with me until she went to live with my mom when I—for a man—moved into an apartment that forbade pets. One of the dumbest things I'd ever done.
Sasha was my last mammalian pet until we rescued Sammy in 2014. I have to admit it was love at first sight. When we took in Ben's mom's one-eyed Shitzu about a year later, I confess I was completely smitten with both of them and in the intervening years definitely became a dog person—to the point that now when I see people with their dogs out an about I give out an involuntary, "Awww! So cute!"
I shudder to think of how many photos Ben has of me, passed out in my chair, snoring loudly, with one or both of them in my lap…
Funny how life takes you in directions you'd never expect.
Eric Schmitt, David E. Sanger, and Maggie Haberman writing for the NY Times:
Ms. Nielsen left the Department of Homeland Security early this month after a tumultuous 16-month tenure and tensions with the White House. Officials said she had become increasingly concerned about Russia's continued activity in the United States during and after the 2018 midterm elections—ranging from its search for new techniques to divide Americans using social media, to experiments by hackers, to rerouting internet traffic and infiltrating power grids.
But in a meeting this year, Mick Mulvaney, the White House chief of staff, made it clear that Mr. Trump still equated any public discussion of malign Russian election activity with questions about the legitimacy of his victory. According to one senior administration official, Mr. Mulvaney said it "wasn't a great subject and should be kept below his level."
Unsurprising, but jaw-dropping nonetheless. On the one side: hostile actions from our most dangerous foreign adversary and the integrity of our nation's elections. On the other side: a sociopathic, malignantly narcissistic ego.