It’s better when they say these things out loud. Then we know how they really think and feel. Radical bitches! http://thinkprogress.org/politics/2013/04/24/1916371/new-mexico-gop-official-calls-19-year-old-a-radical-bitch/ Nigger rigging! http://gawker.com/5994272/republican-county-commissioner-who-used-racist-expression-nigger+rigging-during-official-meeting-says-he-isnt-racist-because-he-has-a-black-friend Jew me down! http://www.mediaite.com/tv/gop-state-rep-makes-jew-me-down-comment-laughs-it-off-claiming-he-meant-no-offense/ Wild animals! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/03/06/mary-franson-minnesota-food-stamp-recipients-wild-animals_n_1322366.html No free lunch for poor kids! http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/she-the-people/wp/2013/04/24/west-virginia-lawmaker-wants-kids-to-work-for-free-lunch/ Vaginas! http://news.yahoo.com/nh-legislator-sorry-calling-women-vaginas-153755606.html Wetbacks! http://gawker.com/5992859/republican-congressman-don-young-to-local-radio-station-we-used-to-have-50+60-wetbacks-to-pick-tomatoes
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a wooden castle on a quiet street which was named for the tree of protection and favors. There in the castle on that street, she and her prince made a home where they could raise their two children. Soon they brought a third baby to their castle, a big-cheeked, round-eyed, fuzzy-headed object of love, and he found his […]
Reblogged from A Clown On Fire: A few years back, I was invited to join the Movember Digital Challenge – led by Canadian social media maverick Sean Moffitt, and Movember co-founder Adam Garone – as the Montreal chapter’s captain. Our mission was simple: to create a buzz and raise awareness/money on the digital networks for […]
Reblogged from Ki McGraw: The indomitable spirit of Ms. Ki McGraw was in full effect both this morning and this evening in the waning hours leading up to the destruction of the lovely old Hatha Yoga Center building. This morning I arrived for the last class ever to be held in the old building. In my usual last minute rush, I stopped dead in my tracks as I […]
My man, his mother is a dream, a memory, so real to him, and yet so mysterious. He talks about her as if he remembers her well, and then one day with tears in his eyes, he finally tells me he doesn’t know her. Even so, over time and one-by-one he has shared intimate things about his 7 years with her. The […]
