Category Archives: A break from the fail
I don’t know how much more mental, spiritual and physical abuse I can take from the most conservative president ever. Oblomova brings us today’s example of Obama’s GBLT hatred [via the White House Blog, 19/7/11]:
President Obama is proud to support the Respect for Marriage Act, which is being introduced by Senator Feinstein and Congressman Nadler in the Senate on July 20. This legislation would uphold the principle that the federal government should not deny gay and lesbian couples the same rights and legal protections as straight couples.
The President has long called for a legislative repeal of the so-called Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), which continues to have a real impact on the lives of real people — our families, friends and neighbors.
It’s enough to make you cry out “How long, O Lord. How long?”
Update: I suppose I should comment on the actual passage of the law, but frankly this shit is starting to wear me out.
Or at least, reading the comment by the 900,784,265th misguided str8 jackhole to argue that there should be two classes of citizens: Those who are legally joined by civil unions and those who are legally joined by marriage is a strain.
Internet service at home for the first time in several days.
You know, after the first two days I didn’t miss it at all.
Although apparently I need a few hours at the computer each night in order to sleep past 5 fucking a.m.
Dear Person or Persons who are pissing off the bubo virginianuses in the neighborhood park,
Here is an interesting fact about Great Horned Owls, some of which are obviously pretty annoyed with you right now.
The crushing power in a Great Horned’s talons is reputed to be an incredible 500 lbs. per square inch, ten times stronger than the grip of a human hand, so once the talons sink through the prey’s back, most prey are killed instantly.
In addition, I imagine taking a hit from a bird that can weigh five pounds and move at 40 mph would be exactly like getting hit by a feather pillow.
If said pillow was wrapped around a boxer’s fist.
In short, don’t come crying to me when your face is hanging from a tree branch.
Rush yesterday. Morels today.
Tomorrow … Win the lottery? Invent a perpetual orgasm machine?
More likely spend the day thinking today sucks compared to Friday & Saturday. But Friday & Saturday will remain awesome.
(Regular snarkage will resume shortly. Or not. It’s all down to the gremlins in my internet connection.)