So Michele Bachmann’s wife doesn’t really care about literacy (like the lovely Laura Bush) or keeping kids from taking drugs (Like the reasonably­-likable Nancy Reagan) or helping them eat well and stay healthy (like the wonderful Michelle Obama). No, Ladybird Bachmann wants to tour the country and try to convince us that she’s all man.
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You know… JUST the fantastic story I needed to hear today.

What an inspiratio­n.
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Hm.

See, I look at the video and picture and what I see is an innocent animal being tortured, stabbed and gored for the entertainm­ent of a society of rather barbaric people. The bull’s only option is to protect itself by trying to stop it’s tormenter.­.. like when you swat a mosquito that’s bitten you.

Let’s not pretend that this bull was unprovoked­. That bull was fighting for his life in the only way he knew how.

I’m glad that there will be one less matador to torture animals for sport.
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Welcome, President Clinton. Glad you could join us. Have a seat… would you like some Quinoa/Avo­cado Salad? It’s fantastic this time of year.
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Call the president all the names you want.

But he was right. Bitter, under-educated, formerly-middle class, heterosexual, Christian white people see their place at the top of the American social heap disappearing. And they cling to their religion and guns. They see their jobs being “taken” by “illegal immigrants” even though not a single one of them has worked in a field picking tobacco or apples. They lash out at “educated” people and effect an obnoxious tone when saying words like “academia.”

They use words with definitions they don’t know like “Keynesian” and “Marxist” and “socialist” and shout them out really loud. Because it’s not socially acceptable to yell “darkie” and “faggot” and “kike.”

They make asses of themselves as they scream things like “get your government hands off my medicare” or weep as they let out telling phrases like “I want my country back” when what they mean is “when I was 21, black men carried my bags off the train and now there’s one in the White House.”

They remember with pride when the teacher told them they could grow up to be president. But now that they see they can’t… and never could… they decide to support obviously un-qualified people so long as they fit a few criteria: They have to look like someone they’d see at the Mega Mall or the PTA meeting and be no smarter than themselves.

Their candidates of choice have to be able to be so shameless as to proudly state on TV that they have no idea what they’re talking about and – just like they did when they were popular cheerleaders in high school – give a wink to the class to let them know “I’m totally faking this and I’m gettin’ away with it.”

They also have to come up with absurd reasons that they’re “better” than someone else. 20 years ago… being white, middle class and Christian made you special. It made you lucky and the leaders of the “free” world. Now it makes you ordinary. So they enact laws to make sure their place isn’t eroded any more. They do things like make laws to make sure they can tell people “how” to live. They might have to say “yes sir” to a black boss and “yes ma’am” to an Asian judge but there’s no way they’re going to allow the two men who live together down the street to be equal to them.

They say things like “if we let gay people marry, it will diminish the fine institution of marriage.”

But we all know what it REALLY means which is “it will make me even more ordinary than I am now.”

And THAT is why the tea party exists.

And frankly, I’m sick and fucking tired of them.

Thomas Roberts Rocks My World.
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I won’t even feign shock at this.

I won’t pretend to be surprised.

I refuse to sign an organ donor card. I will NEVER donate an organ. I don’t donate to the Red Cross. I will only ever give to gay charities.

And it’s bullshit like this that’s the reason.

No. I will not sign the organ donation card. And when I’m at the DMV and get asked to do so. Or I’m down by the beach and there’s an info Kiosk about it… I am very polite and smile as I look them right in the eye and proudly say “They won’t take my blood when I’m alive. So they can go fuck themselves and lick me where I shit if they think they’re getting my gizzard when I’m dead. I don’t care if a child will go blind and I don’t care if a high school football star will never walk because I won’t donate my body parts. If you care… you better get on that.”
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Is heteroseux­ality THAT fragile that knowing that Susan B Anthony wasn’t JUST the godmother of the Suffragett­es, she was also a lesbian is going to make them ALL start eyeing each other in the shower after gym class?
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