Thursday, 08/21/2014

One O'Clock Jump

Happy 110th, Count!


August 21, 10:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

"O fly away home, fly away."

Black Gentleman:

                                                         What an eye can’t imagine
it can’t find: not in blood, swollen in the stiff knees
of a cypress, not definitely in some dreaming man’s dream — 
    Let’s have his nature speak.
What will the incredible night of  him say here, to his thousand
moons, now that he can rise up to any tree, rope or none, but not fear it?

Rickey Laurentiis.


August 21, 9:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

I Pushed My Soul In A Deep Dark Hole

And then I followed it in.


August 21, 9:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Localized Tyranny


Devolving to the local governments will hardly make things better. It's likely to make it much worse for a whole lot of people. Think Salem and witches. 

Think Kelo.  Think Little Rock.  Think Madison.  

Oh, and Ferguson.


August 21, 7:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Don't Fence Me In

I had to dig this up yesterday for a Facebook thread.


August 21, 7:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Trolling Scalia

This is probably my favorite thing in the whole wide world right now:

The difficulty for the defendants is that the Supreme Court has made clear that moral disapproval, standing alone, cannot sustain a provision of this kind. Windsor so indicates. Further, in Bowers v. Hardwick, 478 U.S. 186 (1986), the Court upheld a state law prohibiting sodomy, basing the decision on the state’s prerogative to make moral choices of this kind. But later, in Lawrence v. Texas, 539 U.S. 558 (2003), the Court revisited the issue, struck down a statute prohibiting gay sex, and expressly overruled Bowers. In his Lawrence dissent, Justice Scalia made precisely the point set out above—that a ban on same-sex marriage must stand or fall on the proposition that the state can enforce moral disapproval of the practice without violating the Fourteenth Amendment. Justice Scalia put it this way: “State laws against . . . same-sex marriage . . . are likewise sustainable only in light of Bowers’ validation of laws based on moral choices.” Lawrence, 539 U.S. at 590 (Scalia, J., dissenting).

I should create a new blog category just for this sort of entertainment.


PS--More from The Atlantic.

August 21, 6:59 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Anybody Got A Copy Of The Constitution In Ferguson?

What First?  Fourth?  Fifth?  Eighth?  Fourteenth?  At least the cops have the right to kill if they get scared of a black person, while no black person who feels threatened by a white cop can stand their ground...


August 21, 6:39 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Quakers Can Be So Fucking Annoying

Via Loomis, this is cool:

It made sense for the Quakers to cultivate an exaggerated presence in order to make their voices heard among the clamor of other religious sects formed after English Civil War. But what set them apart was the volume of their printed works. During the early years of their establishment in the 1650s, Quakers published about a pamphlet a week, paid for through a collectively managed fund, and distributed by a network of itinerant preachers known as the “Valiant Sixty.” The Sixty, which were in fact more than sixty people, included George Fox, Margaret Fell Fox, Mary Fisher, and sixteen-year-old George Whitehead. Because they commanded others to tremble before the Lord, they were called Quakers, a title they re-appropriated from their critics. Among themselves, they were the Society of Friends. Unlike nearly every other group to arise out of the traumatic events of 1640s England, the Friends have survived as a religious group to this day.

Blogging is clearly an old Friends' tradition...


August 21, 5:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Thursday Nannyblogging

They fight over sharing, but out in the field, they can make up easily.


August 21, 3:26 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


The late, great Sam the Action Kitten playing with his Technicolor Dream Fish back in 2004.  No, Sam the Human Child was not named after him.


August 21, 1:27 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Wednesday, 08/20/2014

"The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands."

To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!


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Wednesday Kittenblogging

Resting up for another onslaught of children tomorrow.


August 20, 7:48 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Ed ecco sul tronco


And see, buds break
out of the tree:
a newer green in the grass
eases the heart:
the tree seemed already dead,
bowed on the slope

And all I know of miracle;
and I am this watery cloud
that reflected today in the ditches,
the more blue, its fragment of heaven,
this green that splits the bark
that only last night was not there.

Salvatore Quasimodo.


August 20, 6:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


Quick, interesting look at when humans started speculating about life on other worlds.  Well before Huygens and Kepler, it appears.


August 20, 6:02 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Moops Redux

You know, if Scott read my blog, he'd already know who deserves credit for Moops and Obamacare.


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Rejoice, Rejoice

We have no choice but to carry on.


August 20, 4:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Sounds Like Bloggers


It almost makes him sick to read
   The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
   He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
   As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
   ’Tis mother has to fight it.
In conversation father can
   Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
   Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
   And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
   But look to ma for action.

Edgar Guest.


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Tuesday, 08/19/2014

Tenaya 7 vs Ranger Yellow

After several months' hiatus, Sam has gotten back into Power Rangers.  RPM is my fave.


August 19, 10:15 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Chalk Talk

From yesterday's session defacing public property.


August 19, 8:45 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Prose Poem

"The morning coffee."

The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual 
of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of 
brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the 
day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. 
Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of 
instant coffee. Such as meditate? About what? About having a cup of 
coffee. A cup of coffee whose first drink is too hot and whose last drink 
is too cool, but whose many in-between drinks are, like Baby Bear's por-
ridge, just right. Papa Bear looks disgruntled. He removes his spectacles 
and swivels his eyes onto the cup that sits before Baby Bear, and then, 
after a discrete cough, reaches over and picks it up. Baby Bear doesn't 
understand this disruption of the morning routine. Papa Bear brings 
the cup close to his face and peers at it intently. The cup shatters in his 
paw, explodes actually, sending fragments and brown liquid all over the 
room. In a way it's good that Mama Bear isn't there. Better that she rest 
in her grave beyond the garden, unaware of what has happened to the 

All the coffee in the world was barely enough today.


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Monday, 08/18/2014

Don't come in

I'll only run and hide.


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Pop Song

By Graham Foust:

Don't let me down.
Don't not let the day drown.
Face your waste of time. 
This is all.
This is all you are.
This is all you are allowed.



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Sunday, 08/17/2014

Musical Passion

I love how Ma's facial expression is the same when he plays the cello or listens to Stairway (see 5:15).


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Sunday Kittenblogging

Furio watches the fish swim in Fantasia...

..then attacks the dancing flowers.


August 17, 8:30 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Ezekiel 22:6-8

Oh heck, why not a little George Washington:

The spirit of encroachment tends to consolidate the powers of all the departments in one, and thus to create, whatever the form of government, a real despotism. A just estimate of that love of power, and proneness to abuse it, which predominates in the human heart, is sufficient to satisfy us of the truth of this position. The necessity of reciprocal checks in the exercise of political power, by dividing and distributing it into different depositaries, and constituting each the guardian of the public weal against invasions by the others, has been evinced by experiments ancient and modern; some of them in our country and under our own eyes. To preserve them must be as necessary as to institute them.

Republicans are up in arms about Obama's exercise of his executive authority, but only when they're not admonishing him to use it when they can't get shit done.  And then there's Perry, saying a grand jury is abusing power whilst his overt threats to a department that's designed to enforce government ethics isn't.  I guess abuse of power is in the eye of the beholder.


August 17, 8:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Speaking Of Power

Was just thinking of Hamilton and Federalist 33:

What is a power, but the ability or faculty of doing a thing? What is the ability to do a thing, but the power of employing the means necessary to its execution? What is a LEGISLATIVE power, but a power of making LAWS? What are the means to execute a LEGISLATIVE power but LAWS? What is the power of laying and collecting taxes, but a legislative power, or a power of making laws, to lay and collect taxes? What are the proper means of executing such a power, but necessary and proper laws?

And all of that power can be abused.  

Sometimes the punishment is electoral loss.  Sometimes impeachment, conviction and removal from office.  Sometimes being indicted and convicted for violating abuse of power laws.


August 17, 7:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Abuse Of Power

Chait et al might be absolutely right that the Perry indictment has a snowball's chance of ending in conviction, but RMJ is closer to my thinking.  

Governors of course have the power to veto, but if they direct threats toward non-legislative entities who are investigating the executive branch, that is arguably coercion and abuse of their power.  Not unlike, say...police who wield their power to arrest somebody for bleeding on their uniforms after beating the crap out of him.

I mean, what is abuse of power, but using a power you have and, you know, abusing it?  If your argument against the indictment rests on the obvious fact that somebody has a particular power, all you've done is trivially identify a necessary, not sufficient condition--abuse of power implies there is power to abuse.


August 17, 5:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

"I am the only one here."


Where I go is where I am now.
Don’t mess with me: you hurt yourself.
In the middle of my stride now. I am walking
yes indeed I am walking through my own house.
I am walking yes indeed on my own piece of road.
Toting my own load
and yours and mine.
I tell you
I feel fine and clear this morning even
when it’s night and a full moon with my thumbprint
on it.
Everything is clamorous and quiet.
            I am the only One here.
            And we don’t break. No indeed.
            Come hell and high water.
            We don’t break
            for nothing.

Angela Jackson.


August 17, 4:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Riots Happen

An interesting take on the looting in Ferguson.  

Not a tactic I agree with, but that's easy for a guy soaking in white privilege.  Anyway, I'll just note that many people involved in the less peaceful forms of protest have been arrested and will enjoy their rights of due process under the law, which Michael Brown did not.  Oh, and addressing the root problems of economic and political inequality would probably go a lot further mitigating such riots than curfews and tear gas.


August 17, 3:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Boccherini Cello Concerto #9

Jacqueline du Pre playing the Grützmacher arrangement in '67 is nice.


August 17, 12:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Speaking Of Canards

Stupid shit white folks shouldn't say.


August 17, 11:54 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


Yeah, about that canard, TNC addressed that back in 2012 (via FB).


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Saturday, 08/16/2014

Fell Down On My Knees

We've all been there, amirite?


August 16, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

I, For One, Welcome Our Third Term Muslim Communist President Overlord

These people crack my shit up:

Meet Mark Walker. Walker is a Baptist pastor running for North Carolina's open 6th Congressional District...Walker is what someone like Charlie Cook would politely call an "exotic" candidate—or what we'd describe around here as "stark raving nuts." And in a Republican Party filled with maniacs of all varieties, Walker still manages to stand out. Here he is at a candidate forum in June (the video is embedded above), declaring that he'd love the opportunity to impeach President Obama:

Questioner: If you are given the chance, would you vote to impeach Obama?

Walker: If I was given a chance to impeach Obama ... yes, I would.

Moderator: I hope you are working on a plan in case Barack decides not to leave.

Walker: Yeah, yeah. And I don't think that's out of the question. I think he's gotten pretty comfortable up there spending all of those billions of dollars on vacations for he and his family. So, yeah.

Moderator: All he's got to do is declare a little martial law and what are you going to do with it?

Walker: It's what Norris was talking about a little bit earlier, Sharia law. I mean, yeah, he's—and martial law both. I'm not leaving until—I don't want to sound too cowboyish there, but yeah, I would stand up to that. And I think we still have a country that if he tried to pull that crap, it'd get real nasty real quick.

And if Obama "decides not to leave," as the moderator put it, then Walker has a Plan B...

Look, if Obama declared Sharia-Martial Law, I'd totally fight against it.  And if aliens try to anally probe me, I'll put up a struggle.  Neither of those prospects keep me up at night since they're about as likely as Rush Limbaugh's moving to Costa Rica.


August 16, 9:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Israelis For Peace

I've seen elsewhere estimates of 10k, which is not a bad turnout:

Thousands of demonstrators gathered Saturday evening for a pro-peace rally in Tel Aviv under the slogan, “Changing direction: toward peace, away from war.”

The rally at Rabin Square comes two days after another demonstration expressing solidarity with residents of communities along the Gaza border.

Right-wing activists planned a counter-demonstration, which will be held nearby at the same time. The Israel Police is planning to keep the two camps apart.

At the main rally, which began at 8 P.M., speeches were slated to be made by author David Grossman, journalist Zuheir Bahloul, Meretz chairwoman Zahava Gal-On, Hadash chairman Mohammed Barakeh, a resident of Sderot, a representative of bereaved families and other left-wing activists.

Rivals the bigs ones like in 2006, looks about the same as the one I marched in 5 years ago.  Alas, not much progress to show for all the demos and other peace work.


August 16, 8:54 PM in Viva Palestina | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Nothin' Seems To Change, Bad Times Stay The Same

Posted with a smidge of irony.


August 16, 4:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

"They are ours, or this night Molly Stark sleeps a widow!"

In 1777, during the Battle of Bennington--which is celebrated in Bennington, VT, but took place a few miles away in New York--Americans captured the Molly Stark Cannon.  A bit about the contemporary festivities:

The celebration belongs as much to Massachusetts as Vermont. As the British troops approached Bennington in August 1777, some 400 men from Pittsfield, Williamstown, Lenox, Stockbridge, Adams, Lanesboro and Hancock charged across the border to help defend Bennington against the 1,400 British troops who were trying to capture the supplies stored where the Bennington Battle Monument stands today. 

The leader of the Massachusetts volunteers was a flamboyant fire-and brimstone-preacher from Pittsfield, Thomas Allen (a cousin of Ethan Allen), who came to the battle with a bible in one hand, a musket in the other and a passion for bringing the wrath of God on the invaders. 

The British lost 900 men that day -- 200 killed and 700 captured. They also lost their prized cannon, a sleek 4-pounder they had captured from the French at Quebec 18 years earlier during the French and Indian War. 

With its brass barrel polished to a silken luster, its sculpted figures of American Indians and its long graceful carriage, the Molly Stark cannon is an elegant work of art. It's also an efficient and lethal weapon. In the hands of a six-man crew the cannon can be loaded and fired twice in one minute. A full charge will send a 4-pound iron ball more than 700 yards. When it faces troops at close range it can fire "grape shot" -- a load of 15 or 20 musket-sized balls that spread out and hit a dozen men with one shot. And if the crew runs out of ammunition, they can throw rocks down the barrel and fire them as well. 
As the imprint on the barrel shows, the Molly Stark cannon was made in Paris in 1743. But it served most of its military career fighting under the flags of Britain and the United States. After the War of 1812 the cannon was returned to General Stark who, as a personal gift, gave it to the men of New Hampshire's New Boston Artillery Company, many of whom had fought with him at Bennington. This is the outfit that still owns the gun and brings it back to Bennington each year. 

The Molly Stark cannon was named after John Stark's wife who became famous when the general evoked her name to inspire his men when they first engaged the enemy. "There they are, boys," said Stark pointing at the lines of colorfully dressed troops, "we beat them today or Molly Stark sleeps a widow tonight." 

 The British captured it back after the surrender of Detroit in 1812 (we took it again later in the war).  History rhymes...


PS--Yeah, a lazy complete repost.

August 16, 10:33 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

i wanted to overthrow the government...

... but all i brought down was somebody's wife:

the pharmacist’s wife, she was nice,
she was tired of bombs under the pillow and hissing the Pope,
and she had a very nice figure, very good legs,
but I guess she felt as I: that the weakness was not Government
but Man, one at a time, that men were never as strong as
       their ideas
and that ideas were governments turned into men;
and so it began on a couch with a spilled martini
and it ended in the bedroom: desire, revolution,
nonsense ended, and the shades rattled in the wind,
rattled like sabers, cracked like cannon,
and 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses chased one fox
across the fields under the sun,
and I got out of bed and yawned and scratched my belly
and knew that soon      very soon      I would have to get
very drunk      again.

Ah, the laureate of American lowlife, Charles Bukowski!


August 16, 9:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Friday, 08/15/2014

I've Done So Many Bad Things It Hurts

Not bad, Sinead.  We all deserve redemption.


August 15, 10:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Free To Associate With Me But Not With Thee On State Sanctioned Ballots

This is awesome:

[Defeated Mississippi Senate candidate Chris McDaniel] essentially argues that open primaries — in Mississippi’s case, there’s no party registration so anyone can vote in any party’s primary — are unconstitutional. Therefore Thad Cochran’s strategy of reaching out to Democratic and African-American voters was a violation of Mississippi Republicans’ constitutional rights. Hoo boy:

The First Amendment protects the freedom to join together in furtherance of common political beliefs, which necessarily presupposes the freedom to identify the people who constitution the association, and to limit the association to those people. The right to association includes the right not to associate. In no area is the political association’s First Amendment right to not associate more important than in the process of selecting its nominee.

Because free association clearly means denying people the right to participate in any stage of the electoral process.  Pure.  Genius.


PS--Wonder what McDaniel's opinion is of NAACP v Alabama.

August 15, 9:20 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Special Order 191

If cigars could be the downfall of the CSA, why shouldn't some Swisher Sweets mean a kid can get shot to death?  Fucker shouldn't have allegedly engaged in a crime he wasn't stopped for, and obeyed peace officers without question exactly to their subjective preference.

In other news, rape victims shouldn't dress that way and be in that part of town with that kind of guy.


August 15, 8:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

There's A Kinder, Gentler...

...policeman's hand.


August 15, 5:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Somebody Else’s Baby

Kinda where I'm at these days, actually:

From now on they always are, for years now
they always have been, but from now on you know
they are, they always will be,
from now on when they cry and you say
wryly to their mother, better you than me,
you’d better mean it, you’d better
hand over what you can’t have, and gracefully.

Mary Jo Salter.


August 15, 2:04 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


The Freep brings a tear to mine eye:

H. Brooke Paige of the Vermont town of Washington finally will have to take no for an answer.

The U.S. Supreme Court this week summarily rejected Paige's request for a hearing in connection with the justices' decision in May turning down an appeal of his case challenging the legitimacy of Barack Obama's election to the presidency.

The rejection, issued without comment, appeared Aug. 11 on the court's website in a list of 49 rehearing requests that the justices denied.

The ruling extends an unblemished streak of losses for Paige, who first filed a lawsuit in Washington Superior Court in 2012 arguing Obama should be kept off the state's election ballot as a candidate for president because he is not a "natural born citizen."

This makes me so sad because I'm going to lose a great source of entertainment.  Don't give up, my man!  APPEAL TO A HIGHER AUTHORITY!


August 15, 2:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Molotov Cocktails Justify Oppression

Not really, especially when they're not even bombs:

I read stories that stated protesters threw Molotov cocktails. I looked at the photos. I found a photo that looked like someone throwing a famous cocktail.  My mind shifted, "hmm that's not good." But then on twitter someone talks about this same photo.

It turns out it was a smoke bomb thrown BACK at the police. But by then the narrative is set, the damage is done. Or is it?

In 2011 KTVU Fox Channel 2, ran an Occupy Oakland story about how the protesters were "throwing bottles at the police." The TV coverage took the word of the police officials as truth.  This is SOP because they work with them all the time and there were no Occupy leaders to dispute the narrative. Plus deadlines!

The media need people who can define actions and reactions, often the police provide it, with no counter.  But in this case Matt Kresling, a citizen, just like you or me, found that KTVU actually ran video footage that proved that the POLICE were the ones throwing a flash bang at an unarmed crowd.

Be sure to read my friend Spocko's whole thing about media narratives and strategies.


August 15, 12:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Jesus Greets Me, Looks Just Like Me

Do no wrong, so clean cut...


August 15, 11:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Can We Not Multitask Our Outrage?

Just as with the specious statistical comparison between guns and bathtubs, I'm getting a little sick of people--generally white--wondering why everybody's so upset about cops killing black kids when most murders of black people are by black people.  They typically admonish "black leaders" to work on that problem before criticising police.

It's true that blacks typically are killed by blacks (or, in the words of Rep Steve King, by people who share the same continental origins).  So the fuck what?  

Most whites are killed by other whites.  And you're most likely to be killed by somebody you know (acquaintances, followed by wives/girlfriends) than by strangers.  And you're more likely to die in a traffic accident.

Like we can't address more than one societal problem at a time?  

But what's most insidious about the "simple observation" about black-on-black crime is that it conveniently ignores all the structural racism in our society.  The stuff that makes something like Ferguson all too real for non-white Americans.  You know, where a non-representative government and its non-representative police force disproportionally execute the law with extreme prejudice against its black citizens, who have little to no political authority.

It also ignores the ostensible purpose of police forces.  They serve the community and their job is less to protect themselves--it's a dangerous job at times, no argument--than to protect others.  And all of us, including even young, black males, should be able to come into proximity with a so-called peace officer and have a high degree of confidence that they will continue to be walking and breathing after the encounter.

We have a right to be outraged by police violence, no matter what other shit's going down in the world (fighting for justice anywhere is fighting for justice everywhere).  They work for us, and we can collectively do something about it.  Any "reminder" about other statistics is bullshit deflection from a place of privilege.


August 15, 10:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Not Bowing Before The Altar Of Retaliation

RMJ notes that somebody finally does the right thing:

So this morning the hero of Ferguson is Capt. Ronald Johnson of the Missouri Highway Patrol, because he didn't take to the streets in a an MRAP or deploy another SWAT team or send everyone out heavily armored and armed in riot gear that made them look like Darth Vader wannabes.

He walked in a protest march in his shirt-sleeves.

If the militarized response of the Ferguson and St. Louis County police was the Dick Cheney response to the situation in Ferguson, this is the Martin Luther King, Jr., response.  This is the response of compassion and humanity, not power and authority...

And if we learn a lesson from it, maybe that lesson is that Dick Cheney's response is not the one size that fits all; and some of the simplest lessons of Dr. King, of compassion over power, humanity over demonization, are still valuable.

Hopefully somebody--everybody--actually studies the lesson...


August 15, 10:09 AM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

And Never, Ever Squeeze The Fucking Charmin

Fuck this shit:

A South Carolina mother was arrested this weekend after she allegedly used profanity in front of her kids. Because a child hearing the F-bomb is definitely more traumatizing than watching her mother get handcuffed in the middle of a supermarket.

According to a report from local news station WJBF, a fellow shopper at a the grocery store overheard Danielle Wolf use the cuss while apparently instructing her children or husband to stop “squishing the bread,” and confronted her about it. The woman then reported Wolf to an official from the North Augusta Department of Public Safety. Wolf was then arrested and charged with disorderly conduct.

“He was like, ‘You’re under arrest’ … right in front of kids, in front of my husband, in front of customers,” Wolf told WJBF.

At this point, I apparently am lucky I'm not in jail for fucking life.  Fuck all the busy bodies and stuck up sticky beaks.


August 15, 9:27 AM in And Fuck..., Family Life | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)