Yes, Denizens - I know it's Cafe Press. Yes, I know that they're a liberal-owned company. Yes, I'm aware that the quality of their garments may not be quite as good as ThoseShirts.com.
But unlike ThoseShirts.com, Cafe Press ACTUALLY ANSWERS THE EMAIL I SEND THEM!!!!
Look, I know that life is not easy. And we each face our own challenges. Sometimes in the face of frustration as we struggle with setbacks, we need, well, we feel that we need to vent. A lot of people seem to do that in the political sphere, projecting their personal demons onto their ideological adversaries.
And since we don’t usually see those adversaries’ faces, we don’t always appreciate their humanity. If if we disagree with someone else’s politics, even if he (or she) makes (what we perceive to be) a lame argument, he remains a human being, facings challenges and suffering setbacks just as we do. Bear that in mind each time you read a comment you find outrageous.
Critique what that person said. Don’t speculate about his private life.
Oh, really? But…but…but I thought your private lives were all that defined you. That, and making sure we all knew everything about you and how you liked to get your rocks off.
I mean, what’s the point of being a bunch of flaming heterophobes if you can’t be fucking PUBLIC about it, hm???
But all that’s not the main purpose of this post. Down later on in the comments, I found this.
And it can’t go unanswered.
Thank you for the reminder and also sorry it was necessary. It’s saddening that so many “adults” refuse to do the necessary emotional growth to deal with their FEAR better. And yes, anyone who I saw in previous threads systematically going after others with personal attacks are SCARED whether they want to admit it or not. I will repeat it again! Those people are reacting out of PURE, RAW FEAR!! Trust me, I’m far from calm and collected and I find myself on the verge of panic some days over what is happening in this country.
And while I don’t want to, I’ll psychoanalyze certain people as needed because trust me I’ve been there. The only humble advice I can give is start with yourself. Be honest about yourself, whether it’s your identity, what your core beliefs and how much of them are overly motivated by FEAR and PANIC and stop being SO AFRAID to be yourself and maybe you’ll find you won’t need to be so reactive and on a hair spring trigger to jump over certain people’s views.
Comment by PopArt
Okay, PopTart, let’s get one thing straight: I don’t FEAR a whole helluva lot – and I sure as hell don’t fear you or your fellow faggots.
What you and your fellow limp-wrists call “homophobia”, us normal people call “abject disgust”. (And yes, to borrow from a notorious El Aurian scientist, normal is what everyone else is, and you are not.)
But if you think we FEAR you…think again, Skippy.
I understand and respect why those of you who value Christian beliefs and the family unit are concerned about same-sex marriage advocates. All I can say is you NEED to do more than just wholesale condemn all of us who happen to be gay.
Then you neither understand nor respect us, PopTart. Not in the ever-lovin’ slightest.
It is not we that condemn you, son. It’s God’s holy Word. I mean, what exactly is it about “You shall not sleep with a man as with a woman; it is an abomination” do you heterophobic idiots (see what I did there?) not understand?
My own relationship with God was being HONEST about how I was created and God doesn’t make mistakes.
Well, you’re half-right. (Guess that kinda comes with being a half-wit, doesn’t it?)
In the first place, you’re not “being HONEST about how [you were] created”. You were, and are, created to be attracted to the opposite sex. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
Should you care to disagree, you will have to prove it: Show me the DNA sequence that absolutely, 100% without fail, determines your so-called “sexual orientation”. It will have to be true of every single person who carries this as-yet-unidentified DNA sequence that, should a person possess it, that person is an avowed homosexual.
And I trust you realize, PopTart – if identical twins possess thet specific sequence, and one is not “gay” (yes, the sneer quotes are deliberate)…then your “born that way” theory is blown to shit.
But what the hell, y’know? Y’all made the claim of being “born that way”…y’all get to prove it.
However, you are right about one thing: God does not make mistakes.
You know what that means…don’tcha, Sparky? You’re the one who screwed up, dumbass.
We can find common ground and discuss this maturely.
No…no, we can’t. Not as long as you & your ilk call us “breeders” and “haters” and “bigots” and “homophobes”. Not as long as you try to co-opt our institution, as God gave it to us.
And certainly not as long as you assholes keep accusing us of having “FEAR and PANIC” when it comes to you effeminiates.
While I would avail myself of marriage, really all I ask is that you not threaten to reign down the government on me and stop me from building a life for myself with a loving partner.
You can call it “marriage” all you want…even unto turning blue in the face (and believe me, some of us would appreciate you doing just that…and more) – but it never has been “marriage”, isn’t now, and never will be, no matter how much you screech about it.
You can whine, and snivel, and squeam and play crybaby all you want, in a pathetic attempt to get us to say that what you do is “okay”. But as long as I have breath, there will be at least one person on Planet Earth that says, “No, what you do is not okay, and I oppose it with all my being”.
And I don’t give a shit whether you like that or not, PopTart.
[SCENE: Still in the F'book Nexus. Lord Darth Venomous is still on a rampage - only now, instead of bodies being dropped via Force-choke, only heads & various limbs are falling, the result of being severed by a whirling dervish of a purple lightsaber.
The blazing blade has come to rest mere inches from the last surviving soul in the vicinity - a Klingon who, ironically, bears a striking resemblence to former shipyardmaster Commander K'tinghe.
A fact that is not lost on His Rudeness.]
VENOMOUS (pointing blade at K’tinghe): I should’ve known you were involved in this, you vile p’tahk! How many limbs do you want to lose before I take your head?!?!?!
VENOMOUS: YOU ARE GOING TO FIX MY SHIP SUCH THAT IT DOES NOT BREAK AGAIN, OR I WILL LAY WASTE TO THIS ENVIRONMENT AND YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE HOUSE WITH IT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!?!?!
K’TINGHE (terrified: (ulp!) Uh, I—
VENOMOUS: Nexus!!! Transport me, this Klingon bastard, and the best ship’s computer system you have back to Pegasus!!!DO IT NOW!!!!!
[A bright light appears and expands to engulf both His Rudeness and K'Tinghe. As it fills the screen, we cut to...
SCENE: The bridge of PegasusLieutenant Commander Ozymandias McCool is briefing General Korrioth on repairs to the ship.]
OZY McCOOL: Not the best news, General. Probably another week or so to bring the main core online. Has anyone notified the Admiral yet?
[At that precise moment, the bridge doors part, and in walks Venomous, with K'Tinghe in tow.]
VENOMOUS: Ozy, I believe you’ll find the answer to all our difficulties in the main cargo bay.
[Ozy & Korrioth gape wide-eyed at the Klingon, who had previously been thought to have suffered Venomous' purple blade. Korrioth, as usual, regains his composure first.]
KORRIOTH (nodding): Very well, Admiral. Come along, Ozy. [They proceed out.]
VENOMOUS (grabbing K’Tinghe by his familial sash): Now, you effin’ coward, we’re gonna go help them – and then you get to beg for your life again like you did last time…!!! [He drags the frightened Klingon off the bridge towards Engineering.]
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Okay, guys, the Big Box™ is back up and running – a 3.6 non-name-brand system board running Ubuntu 10.04.4 64-bit (and the requisite Win7 virtual machine for employing Outlook) with 16 gigs of RAM (and a brand new 2TB drive) out of Mrs. Venomous’ old Acer case. (The old Big Box™ and its eight gigs have been redeployed as the work machine.)
We’ll see how long this lasts. It had better (casts a menacing look towards K’Tinghe)…
Today, 1/23/13, is the tenth anniversary of what is one of my favorite blog posts ever – so much so that I actually saved it to file. (Good thing, too – apparently, it’s no longer on the ‘Net.)
It was written by Stephen the Doggerel Pundit, and it’s below the fold for your perusal & enjoyment.
Here’s to Joanne!
Weep with us now for poor Mary O’Leary-
O’Dell-Hammond-Hargraves-Armbruster-Bevàn,
A victim of Seventies sur-naming theory
(The hyphening one), and her daughter Joanne.
The Feminist Movement decided this notion
Was surely the tonic to raise self esteem.
Invoking progenitor names is the potion,
And surely the faultiest sur-naming scheme.
(To cite an example; they can’t get a license,
A 401k or SS supplementary,
Or make application for credit card buys since
All database fields have their limits on entry).
Now, boosting self-worth with a moniker weary?
Nay, let her be known! Let her live with élan!
Not fake self-esteem from a tag like O’Leary-
O’Dell-Hammond-Hargraves-Armbruster-Bevàn.
Of all the solutions since offered by Sages,
The best for a daughter? Mom’s name only showing,
So millions of women live down through the ages
Their whole matrilineal history knowing.
Joanne is a seeker of character flawless,
To raise up her life, stand alone, and she can;
Not caring of names, she’s engaged to young Wallace,
Smith-Hollis-Gomez y Gonzalez—oy, man.
When wedding bells ring our conventions will call us
In toasting her day with raised glasses in hand:
“Ms. Wallace Smith-Hollis-Gomez y Gonzales
O’Leary-O’—hell with it! Here’s to Joanne!!”
Still gets a chuckle out of me, even ten years later.
[SCENE: Realm™ spacedock. Previously ready to resume her travels, ISS Pegasus floats, adrift (save for the artificial moorings securing her), mostly powerless.
Cut to the bridge, where General Korrioth busies himself attempting to fix the latest computer crash. In walks engineer Ozymandias McCool with padd in hand.]
KORRIOTH: Ah, there you are, McCool. Report, please.
[McCool is rather taken aback - he's not used to this cordiality from the Klingon-Vulcan hybrid - but does an admirable job of recovery.]
OZY McCOOL: Not the best news, General. Probably another week or so to bring the main core online. Has anyone notified the Admiral yet?
KORRIOTH (grinning wolfishly): Oh, he knows, Commander. He knows…
[Cut to SCENE: Inside the Facebook energy ribbon from the original "Death" series. From an empty view, two humans, a Klingon, a Romulan and several Bynars & Jawas crash to the floor, lifeless.
Pan the camera to a hooded figure, both arms outstreched, both hands making a Force-choke gesture.
The figure slowly moves his hands to his hood and removes it, revealing Lord Darth Venomous, whose agitated countenance includes a pair of dazzlingly bright purple eyes.]
VENOMOUS: Does anybody else want to try and say it’s not their fault?!?!?!
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Okay, guys, the Big Box™ is down again – and yes, it’s because the 2TB (that’s “terabyte” to you in the Church of the SubTarded™) has crashed once again.
PFW benediction on hold until further notice – but be advised that I’m invoking Executive Fiat™ one last time. (For details, just look below the banner.)
Denizens, now that we’ve passed the new-year threshold…and since, for the first time in a while, I’m finally caught up on most stuff…I intend to do the (what should be) annual “spring cleaning” of the blog.
Meaning, in this case, that sidebar links, etc, will be tested – and those that are found wanting, abandoned, etc, will be summarily removed. (Yeah, that’ll really show ‘em, won’t it? )
Anyway, if you look over there, you’ll find two links added – “The Deth Guild” and “TL In Exile”. Both are exceedingly good reads and well worth your time to go visit.
Once you’ve had your daily dose of My Eternal Wisdom™, of course.
Okay, guys, we’re here at the North Dallas Hilton in the mini-headquarters for state reps Dan Branch & John Carona. We’re in one corner pounding away on the hotel’s wi-fi (thank you, Barron – give my regards to Paris, hm?), and we’ll be here as long as necessary.
Or until one of us passes out from sugar shock, take your pick.
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22:14 – Fox News just called Ohio for Bambi.
That’s it. Goodnight.
Saddle up, fix bayonets, lock & load.
Let the civil war come.
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22:00 – North Carolina & Idaho have been called for Romney. Washington State, Hawaii & Kalifornication go to Bambi.
Mrs. Venomous, we’ve made our last trip to San Diego.
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21:52 – Fox News just called Minne-haha for Bambi.
Fuck you, Minne-haha. DK, get your ass outta there, it’s a lost cause.
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21:24 – Fox News is calling Arizona for Romney.
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21:13 – Fox News crawl states Republicans will keep the House.
For all the fucking good that’s going to do.
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21:11 – The Missouri Senate race has been called for Claire McCaskill.
Fuck you, Missouri.
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21:10 – Henderson tells me Montana’s been called for Mitt.
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21:00 – Iowa goes to Romney.
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20:52 – Back on wi-fi. Fox News has called Wisconsin & New Hampshire for Bambi, and they show him also ahead in Florida by one.
At this rate, if Bambi takes Florida, it’s over.
At which point, I’ll be looking to buy a helluva lot more ammo.
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20:24 – Now on the wireless modem. More reliable then Hilton’s wi-fi. (Or his daughter’s affections, for that matter.)
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20:17 – Fox News is calling Pennsylvania for Bambi. I’m calling bullshit.
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19:57 – And not just in the Presidential race, either – Arkansas has gone completely red for the first time since Reconstruction, according to Hoft.
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19:52 – Fox News is projecting Mitt to take Arkansas. (Take that, Der Kaiser!)
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19:51 – Fox News crawl (at least, what I could see of it): Romney trashing Bambi in Missouri. Pray for Todd Akin.
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19:35 – So far, we have Kentucky, Indiana, West Virginia, South Carolina, Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee & Oklahoma all for Mitt, while we have fools in Vermont, MassaChewsShits, Noo Joisey (what do you expect from a state that Snooki calls home?), Ill-noise, Rhode Island, DC and (hack, spit) New York (hack, spit).
Denizens, today is supposed to be the Bloggers’ Day of Silence in protest for what’s being done to fellow blogger Aaron Walker by He Whom Will Always Be Known As The “Speedway Bomber”™, aka limp-wristed chickenshit short-bussed pusstard Brett Kimberlin, the Boil To End All Boils On The Collective Ass Of Society™.
I haven’t blogged, of course, not because of that cowardly faggot Kimberlin – but because I’m up to my ass in work.
C’est la vie.
Nevertheless, I support the effort – and Aaron, soon as I can find some loose change, guy, it’ll be on its way to you.
Denizens, your homework assignment for the weekend is to read this treatise by Zilla of the Resistance. (It’s a long read, which is why you have all weekend.) Additional information can also be obtained here and here.
(Yes, that last one is a link to Malicious Malkin’s column, but there’s a reason for it. Don’t get ahead of me, mkay?)
Today is “Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day” in the Blogosphere. This chickenshit needs to be put down like the rabid dog he is, and together we can all play a part in doing so.
Oh, and Kimberlin? Fuck you, you pussified douchetard. Try coming after me or mine, and I’ll see to it you don’t go after anyone else.
With all the talk about how the Ayatollah has just come out of the closet, LC George the Apocryphal Prophet over at the Rott has pretty much nailed it in one:
The real problem as I see it is the next item on the gay rights agenda: adoption.
Most people can agree that the state has no business dictating what two adults do with each other in private, and if they love and trust each other it makes sense to let them enter into a legal union similar to a marriage.
The fact remains though, that the human race perpetuates itself by means of sexual reproduction. It is a simple biological fact that what homosexuals do is not how babies are made, so they can’t have any children unless someone else gives them kids. There is a 97% chance that a given child will grow up to be straight, and therefore will be best served being raised by parents who attempt to exemplify the partnership of man and woman, because that is what will prepare the kids with knowledge of how to conduct themselves toward the opposite sex, and conducting themselves toward the opposite sex is 97% likely to be what they are going to want to do when they get older. I am not expressing any kind of hate toward gay couples here. I’m just pointing out that when it comes to adopting children, it should not be presumed that it is just as well to give a kid to a gay couple as a straight couple. Nevertheless you can count on the gay activist crowd to come unhinged at an argument like this and construe it as some kind of unspeakably vile hate speech. When it gets to the point where we actually should draw the line, will we be willing to do so?
Here’s a brainbender for the lefty crowd: Suppose they identify the ‘gay gene,’ and suppose they develop a treatment, injected directly into the gonads, that can eliminate the chance of having children with any of a wide range of genetic conditions, including homosexual inclinations. Should people be denied the right of reproductive choice to secure the future existence of homosexuals?
Bammo. (Well, except for the part about the “love and trust each other” BS – trust me, it may be many things…but it sure as Hell™ isn’t love.)
1997. Kaiser Wilhelm vonSlickmeister had just “won” a second term (he’d faced noted Republican sqush BobDole (no, no typo; he himself pronounces it like its one word, kinda like AlGore), who was so enamored of our base that he hadn’t even read the GOP platform, much less agreed to abide thereby), and I was in a most foul mood and not ready to make nice with anyone even remotely resembling a Leftard.
I had loudly declared my intention to say what I wanted, when I wanted, and fuck anyone who wanted to do anything about it, bahGawd (a little Jim Ross lingo, there). And I was loaded for bear, as the saying goes.
And promptly ran out of time (not to mention inclination) to devote to running my BBS.
Fast forward to today. I’m in a snarly mood (albeit more because of who’s no longer in the Presidential race and why than because of who will be in it), I’m ready to tell the Demoscum just what the Hell I think of them, and come say it to my fucking face if you don’t like it, Donktards…
…and I’m running out of available time to run this place.
No, no, Denizens – I’m not going anywhere. Not this time, anyway. But I’ve got rants all ready to go about Mittens Rommerhoid, Newt, Santorum, Malicious Malkin and her cunt-lapping sycophants over at Little Green Snot Malkinballs II, plus the Dullest Moaning Snooze – and I don’t get home ’til damned near 10:00 at night nowadays, fall into my Comfy Chair™ and promptly drop off the face of the Blogosphere™.
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