Monday, October 06, 2008

and now it's on the internet

I expect men with machine guns to knock on my door any day now.

You are a
Social Liberal
(86% permissive)
and an...
Economic Liberal
(6% permissive)

You are best described as a:
Socialist




Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

(Thanks, Shosh)

Sunday, October 05, 2008

sarah palin

is either stupid or dishonest, or both. I'm guessing both in some kind of doublethink way -- she wants to insist that women are obligated by virtue of their ovaries to support her and therefore has to change the quote; then she's too stupid to think the word-switch matters in any fundamental way even though she ought to realize it does because she just had to make the word-switch in order to make the quote mean what she wanted it to. I'd call her a fucktard, if that wouldn't be offensive to mentally handicapped people in any number of ways.

Sigh. It doesn't matter why she did it. I'm just so, so tired of this election, and seeing Sarah Palin make a mockery of feminism makes me sick to my stomach. Can't she and McNasty just lose al-fucking-ready?

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Friday, October 03, 2008

lesson of the day

Never, under any circumstances, should you engage with reactionary douchebags on your friend's brother's Facebook wall.

And you should especially not email them after you've been asked to stop posting on said friend's brother's Facebook wall in order to make one last point about what fucking lying bigoted douchey lie-bags they are. Why? Well, because it will get you nothing but a copy of some document called the "Defining Principles of Conservatism."

Regrets. I has them.

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Thursday, October 02, 2008

p.s.

Obama may have followed you on Twitter and given you a puppy, but just remember that John McCain has an extra gallon of windshield washer fluid if you need it.

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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

also

I am becoming more and more convinced that John McCain chose Sarah Palin as his running-mate just to make women look stupid and set back the cause of feminism by fifty years.

And that is all the political discussion I have in me right now.

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petty complaint of the day

How many of y'all out there are women? Great. And how many of y'all carry bags of one kind or another around to most places you go? Uh-huh. And how many of y'all ever have to use public restrooms? That's what I thought. So how many of y'all have encountered the problem where there is no fucking place to put your bag in the restroom stall other than the filthy floor on which 20,000 undergraduates have pissed in the past 24 hours, because the hook on the inside of the stall door is broken and no one has bothered to replace it?

Men, do you have any idea how hard it is to try to hold up a skirt, keep yourself and any part of your clothing from touching any part of the horrible toilet, take a piss, and then, you know, wipe your ass, all the while trying to balance a bag (especially a large one full of books) on your shoulder or lap or any other locale that will prevent it from picking up any strain of the herpes simplex virus?

This business about the broken stall hooks is one of those things that seems really minor until you have to deal with it three or four times a day with a bag you're already having trouble holding up when you're not trying to perform three different intimate tasks at once. Men's ability to pee standing up remains the only thing about being a man I have ever envied. Well, aside from all that sweet respect for their humanity and recognition of their abilities that they automatically come in for once their balls drop.

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