Happy Canada Day. Here’s your friendly reminder…

…of what we’re all about, and what the Harper Government™ is working overtime to dismantle:

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And, since the hate speech provision was recently struck off the books by a HarpoCon backbencher, I would add that this was a gross violation of the Charter.

Plus, having learned my German history, I know full well that the last thing Canada needs is to be a weakly-democratic Weimar Republic, where “speech” is so “free” that Nazis are soon free to trample on the rights — to speech and otherwise — of everyone else.

O Canada…

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Music for a Sunday: Sleep is my friend and my rival

This song has been on heavy rotation in my head lately:

Happy Canada Day!

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Wankers of the Week: Paula Deen’s Big Gay Plantation Wedding

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Crappy weekend, everyone! How’s this been for a week of mixed nuts — er, news? We got gays getting married here, blacks getting disenfranchised there. I haz a confusion. But one thing I am NOT confused about, is the wanktacular stupidity, lunacy, cruelty and duplicity of the people who made this week’s list. And here they are, in no particular order…

1. Mike Fucking Ellis. How the hell did I miss this wanker last week? Crazy motherfucker broke a gavel insisting that women be “educated” by way of transvaginal ultrasounds, otherwise known as the re-rape method of abortion prevention. Yeah, dude, your hysterics really convinced me to give up my evil pro-choice ways. Because flipping the fuck out is such a rational way to conduct a debate. Ah well…losers gonna lose. And while you can always pass a bad motion, and get a new gavel, come next election day, you’re gonna find your crazy ass kicked to the curb by disgusted women who vote.

2. Sherwin Fucking Smith. Complaints about water quality are terrorism! Shut up about your crappy water and just drink the shit, or the terrorists win!

3. Ratzon Fucking Arusi. How’s all that gaywashing going, Israel? Kind of hard to keep that up when one of your chief rabbis is an out homophobe who thinks gays are inherently more violent than, say, rabbis who preach homophobia to an apartheid state.

4. Jodie Fucking Laubenberg. Why?

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No one has felt cleaner (or objectively BEEN cleaner) after being swabbed for a rapist’s DNA evidence. And no, the procedure doesn’t make it all better. Ask any woman who’s had one; many say they feel like they’ve been violated all over again. (Especially in light of how many rape kits have been taken, but not tested — thus enabling the assailants to walk free while the victims have had their dignity undermined once again.) This trivializing bullshit is like being violated a third time, this time by representatives (!) of the state. And in this case, nincompoops who think that a rape kit makes pregnancy just magically not happen.

5. Linda Fucking Harvey. This July is the first (and let’s hope the last) “Ex-Gay Pride Month”. Sorry, Linda, but there’s no such thing as ex-gay. Just ask anyone who’s ever tried it and failed. You’re thinking of shoving gay people back in the closet and pretending you’ve “cured” them. Never mind that what they have is not a disease, and as such, neither can nor SHOULD be “cured”.

6. Rand Fucking Paul. Yes, the NSA’s warrantless wiretapping and dragnetting IS reprehensible, and a gross infringement on privacy and the civil liberties of the people. But it is NOT analogous in any way, shape or form to lynching. And coming from a dude who thinks drones should be set upon anyone who so much as robs a liquor store, that’s a mighty creepy way to turn the facts of racism on their ear.

7. Vladimir Fucking Putin. First he steals a Super Bowl ring, then he offers the owner a cheesy replica by way of compensation. Yeah, that’ll fix it.

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8. Steve Fucking Deace. Dude, have you ever thought of doing anything about those violent fantasies? Because you sound like one helluva pervert. Also one helluva closet case.

9. Marcus Fucking Hoed. Dude, if you’re going to advertise how clean and professional your bicycle couriers are, you might want to (a) learn to speak and write better English, and (b) knock it the fuck off with the unintentionally ironic (but still disgusting) anti-immigrant slurs.

10. Louie Fucking Gohmert. Oh noes, no sex ed for us, because then we’ll hear the kids speaking Russian! Just say nyet, kiddies.

11. Silvio Fucking Berlusconi. Bunga bunga! He’s been sentenced to seven years, of which he’ll serve none. How about just taking away all his money instead? That would be a real punishment, because then he’d never be able to buy another hour’s underage company.

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12. James Fucking Wiedmann. If your douchey pickup artist gambits aren’t helping you “retain your mate” as you’d hoped, maybe violence will do it? Ha. Actually, that’s all a great strategy for alienating women and driving them away so you’ll end up Forever Alone. Not, I hasten to add, that Mr. “Roissy” needs a whole lot of help with THAT.

13. George Fucking West. Ha, ha, what a card. Between the knock-knock jokes and the assertions that Trayvon Martin was armed with a sidewalk (what, no iced tea or candy?), this trial is off to a roaring start. And bound straight for farce country.

14. Tony Fucking Perkins. Shorter: How dare the Bosox recognize that they have gay fans? Harrumph. Take your kids to the Florida Museum of Homophobia instead!

15. Justin Fucking Bieber. What’s this? A rip in those awful parachute pants, so to speak? Yup. The long slide into douchitude continues, and it’s only a matter of time before we see the Bieb in a bad blond wig, smearing lipstick all over his face in a cupcake shop.

16. David Fucking Price. Surprise! Rob Fucking Ford has a shill on the payroll — one who calls in to his own political talk radio show with silly right-wing quips as “Dave from [insert blahblah suburb here]”. Guess there IS a gravy train at Toronto City Hall after all! PS: Ha, ha.

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17. Chris Fucking Brown. Another shitty driving incident, followed by yet another outburst of insufferable ego, immaturity, and general shitheadedness? Yawwwn. Christ, listing his wanks is getting to be like shooting fish in a barrel.

18. Clarence Fucking Thomas. For voting against universal voting rights. May he try to vote in his home state and be denied, just so he knows what that feels like.

19 and 20. Bobby and Jamie Fucking Deen. Y’know, it’s one thing to say your mother was innocent of systemic racism (which, as the evidence shows, she most certainly is NOT). It’s quite another to claim her accusers were committing extortion. Especially since she owes them a whole lot more than just a sincere apology. PS: Isn’t it hilarious how they claim their own mother lied in her deposition? Ha, ha.

21. Glenn Fucking Beck. Dude, fucking STOP already. You don’t know what McCarthyism is. You don’t know what lynching is. You don’t know who Martin Luther King was. You’re just tossing that word salad, and any minute now, my irony meter will fucking IMPLODE. But hey! It IS awfully telling that you’ve chosen to defend an obvious, systemic racist using the language of civil rights. Especially during a week when the SCOTUS basically undid all that, and you never fucking said boo about it. Oops! There goes my irony meter…just went BIFF!

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22. Jann Fucking Arden. And on the other side of the irony-impaired racist coin, we have her…outing herself, lamentably, as one of THOSE people. The kind that have no fucking idea what it’s like to be racially discriminated against, but somehow “know” exactly what is racist and what is not. And she thinks that a slur (however frequently used) is not racist (because rappers do it!), and that it has to be a whole entire “way of life” before you can call someone a racist. Well, Jann…is THIS “way of life” enough for ya? Or how about THIS? Between your ignorant twitterrhrea and the ultra-privileged snit you threw when you and your purse-pooch got (rightly) chucked off the VIA train, I have just three words left for you: EAT MY BRA.

23. John Fucking Hembling. Is anyone surprised that this professional misogynist (and projectionist) thinks the real misogynists are (wait for it) THE FEMINISTS? Also, is anyone surprised that he’s a self-contradicting prick? Or that he’s a smug, doughy pantload who doesn’t understand the meaning of doxing? No? Oh, good. (And now that I’ve seen HIS face, I’m not at all surprised that women don’t like him, either. He’s got a mouth that just begs to be fist-fucked, and hard.)

24. Paula Fucking Deen. At this point, she’s become a train wreck. Just one thing after another, each smash more horrendous than the last. Damage control is turning into damage compounded. Best thing she could do at this point is just stop running her damn mouth, already.

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25. Rick Fucking Perry. Give it up, Crotch! The women of Texas have spoken…and they want abortion to be legal at all stages of pregnancy, and available as needed — not whenever a bunch of ignorant, sanctimonious men decide they can (or more likely, can’t) have it. PS: Also, shut the fuck up, you motherfucker.

26. Michele Fucking Bachmann. Speaking sanctimonious and ignorant, here is the obligatory entry for you-know-who, reacting to the SCOTUS ruling on same-sex marriage. Utterly predictable, void of any fresh insights (what are THOSE?) or original expressions. Of course.

27. Pamela Fucking Wallin. Isn’t it amazing how Pammy-pie just can’t seem to remember in what province she actually lives? Even with a valid Ontario health card?

28. Bob Fucking Deuell. “Accurate intercourse”? What’s that? Is it in any way related to Legitimate Rape? No, wait, that can’t be. Because the body has ways of shutting that down. Or some such. Hell, I’m confused!

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29. Phyllis Fucking Schlafly. Well, the old bat’s got one thing right: Latinos don’t see the point in voting for Repugs. Not because they have no experience with bills of rights (they do!), or because they’re too dumb (they’re not!), but because they are way too smart to vote for any party whose ideologues are so blatantly bigoted against them.

30. Tom Fucking Corbett. Not only does he want to deny others the same publicly funded healthcare he enjoys, he arrests activists who dare to speak out against that…in washable, non-toxic, children’s sidewalk chalk.

31. Pat Fucking Robertson. He’s gone predictably cuckoo over the SCOTUS ruling on same sex marriage. If only God WOULD do something drastic. Like, oh, say, taking Patwa off the air. Permanently.

32. Rick Fucking Wiles. ZOMFG, Amurricans are gonna float to Cuba to get away from Obama’s communism! Only one problem there, sparky…Cuba is communist, and Obama is not. Oops!

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33. Peter Fucking LaBarbera. I wasn’t aware that God was for sale. But then again, I’m not like Petey, trying to negotiate the price of intangibles.

34. Bill Fucking Zedler. So, being pro-choice makes one a terrorist? That’s funny, because more than 80% of Canadians are pro-choice, and we’re one of the least terrorism-prone countries in the world!

35. Rick Fucking Santorum. Oh yay! Icky Ricky has reared his butt-sploodgy head again. And it sounds to me like he’s confessing to some kind of bestiality in his past, too. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.

36. Bradlee Fucking Deen. Shorter: Kill a faggot for Christ! Also, please pay my legal expenses for my frivolous suit that I lost to Rachel Maddow, who kicked my ass without even breaking a tiny bead of sweat.

37. Mike Fucking Bloomberg. There is hardly a black or Latino man in New York who hasn’t been stopped and frisked. But apparently it’s WHITES who are being stopped too much, sez the mayor. AGAIN. Sorry, Mikey, but no matter how many times you shellack that turd, the smell of bullshit is just gonna keep on coming through!

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38. Dan Fucking Cathy. Oh surprise! He’s unhappy that DOMA got dunked. Too bad, so sad. Eat a salt and grease sandwich, Chick-fil-HATER. And please feel free to choke on it.

39. Sean Fucking Parker. Y’know, if you’re gonna accuse your critics of not fact-checking their articles that criticized your super-tacky $4 million wedding, you might want to fact-check yourself. Otherwise, someone else is gonna do it for you, and it won’t be pretty.

40 and 41. Kevin Fucking Swanson and Dave Fucking Buehner. Gay kissing causes forest fires! So do women wearing hats and pants! And dudes in skinny pants and little fairy shoes! Gee, about the only thing that doesn’t cause forest fires, it seems, is dry conditions and lightning strikes…due to global fucking warming, you two superstitious dumbfucks.

42. Daryl Fucking Metcalfe. “Open rebellion against God”? Where are you from, dude? Are you a demented mullah? No, you’re a state representative from Pennsylvania, and you are out of fucking line. Not to mention in open rebellion against the separation of church and state, motherfucker.

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43. Bryan Fucking Fischer. Wow, oversexed much? Seems he got a major hate-boner for Bert and Ernie after seeing the backs of the Muppets’ heads on the cover of the New Yorker. Time to lay off the Viagra and homoerotic fantasies, ol’ man.

44. Alexandre Fucking Duplessis. Just six months as interim mayor of scandal-ridden Laval, and already he’s got scandal himself…been busted for soliciting a prostitute. And he has the nerve to claim he didn’t make any sexual requests? Um…exactly why does one solicit them, then, if not for that? As another, more famous call-girl once said: He would say that, wouldn’t he?

45. Gary Fucking Hart. Having tits may be a problem, but being an ass to people with tits? Much bigger problem…ASS.

46. Mike Fucking Adams. The self-styled “Health Ranger” of “Natural News” strikes again! And this time, he hits out at Rachel Jeantel, whom he doesn’t know from his own self-important anus, because he presumes to “diagnose” her as “brain-damaged” by “mass fluoridation, vaccines and nutrient-depleted foods”. Dude…are you her doctor? If not, you aren’t qualified to comment on her condition. Seeing how you’ve espoused a load of unscientific and long debunked woo-woo, I’m guessing you’d never make it into med school. And anyway, she’s not brain-damaged. She is 19, she’s an immigrant, she’s a visible minority in a racist country, she has no courtroom experience, she’s grieving the loss of her friend (she’s the last person he spoke to before a racist vigilante murdered him, remember???), she’s probably more than a little afraid of the dumbass white dude representing her friend’s killer, who showed up to badger and interrogate her like SHE was the killer. But she’s most certainly not stupid. She speaks three languages, which is more than most white Americans can do. And she strikes me as brighter on the whole than this shitty misogynous snake-oil peddler, the Alex Jones of so-called “natural” living (note all the quotes, there for a reason). I’m not surprised HE decided to join the racist hate chorus. This just calls for a freshly juiced cup of organic STFU. With a “drop dead, ‘health’ Nazi” chaser.

47. Molly Fucking West. Why?

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Yes, that’s George Zimmerman’s lawyer’s daughter, with her sister and their dad. And yes, that was what she actually said on her Instagram, before she deleted it. But not before it went viral. So nice to see that she, too, thinks that nervous black girls testifying at the murder trial of their friend’s killer…are STUPID. Well, someone is, for sure, but it’s not Rachel Jeantel, who’s handling it about as well as anyone in her shoes can be expected to, and putting the REAL stupid firmly in its place.

48. Ken Fucking Cuccinelli. Hear that? That rattling and thumping? That’s something in his closet, wearing a pink tutu and high heels, kicking and screaming to get out and be FAAAAAAAAAABULOUS! Too bad that by the time he finally lets it out, no one will want its sorry old ass anymore.

49. Alec Fucking Baldwin. And speaking of faaaaabulous, guess whose homophobic tweets most certainly are NOT. (Or his lame excuses, either.)

50. Lance Fucking Armstrong. Why?

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Apparently, “everybody dopes” is supposed to be an excuse, or something.

And finally, to all the racist fucks attacking Rachel Jeantel and/or defending Paula Deen. Maybe you people don’t even realize that you ARE racist, because racism has never done anything but benefit you. And who really sees anything so all-encompassing, so inherent to the system, that harms others but benefits themselves? No one will ever murder any of you while “standing his ground” — at least, not based on the color of your skin. And no one will ever call you stupid or tacky or ugly — at least, not based on the color of your skin. And no one will ever deny you a job, an education, a vote, a marriage, or a friendship — at least, not based on the color of your skin. Now do you see it? No? Well, in your shoes, I’d take a harder look at my own damn privilege and realize that I’m not entitled to anything that is not extended as a right to everybody else. I’d stop romanticizing the past and pretending that slaves were just “workers” — or worse, claiming that slavery somehow did them good when it killed so many of their nearest and dearest. I’d stop treating those people as tap-dancing props at an imaginary Gone With the Wind wedding, and start seeing them as people. And work so that they’d have the same right to clean water, good food and medical care, as well as voting rights, that I enjoy without thinking very much about it all.

Good night, and get fucked!

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Not just a pretty face

In lieu of the semi-regularly scheduled Correa-pr0n, I hereby present:

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And that’s why we love him. Any questions?

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A few random thoughts about rape culture

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This evening, just after supper, I was chatting on Facebook with a friend of mine who lives on the west coast. And he told me a story about how he was speaking out at a rally following the SCOTUS decision on same-sex marriage, and a blind man with a white cane approached him after his speech, and took his hand and started talking to him.

And my friend, sensing that the stranger was something of a “lost soul” (his words), let his guard down, in spite of his own OCD, which normally makes him skittish and unsociable. Because what kind of awful person is rude and standoffish to lost souls?

And then this lost soul, for lack of a better word, groped him.

Twice.

And my friend, who happens to be bisexual, was so taken aback that he at first did not know how to respond. He had to physically pull away from the other guy before that guy got the message that he’d stepped out of line.

At least, I hope the other guy got it, but it’s so hard to tell. Because, you see, we live in a culture that facilitates this kind of thing all too often.

It’s called rape culture, and yes, it’s a problem, even for guys.

Straight guys may not be aware of it, but bi and gay guys and transgender people certainly are, because they are placed all too often in the “woman’s” role in this culture. A submissive, subservient, sissified, less-than-a-“real”-man role. A role that converts the person into an object to be gawked at, appraised, manhandled, groped…and sexually assaulted.

And it’s such a pervasive assumption that this is all okay that even a blind man with a cane can do it.

Or some other poor, sad, lost soul.

My friend’s story reminded me of something that happened to me when I was 20.

I was in a writers’ group that met at a local high school. It was several blocks from my apartment, so I usually caught a ride home, because city streets are (so we’re often told) unsafe for women walking alone at night. There was a park near the university campus that was nicknamed Pervert Park, because rapists and flashers were said to lurk there at night, taking advantage of uneven ground and bushes and poor lighting to force themselves on passersby. It was a penitentiary town; local cab companies were rumored to be hiring paroled rapists from the local federal prison. Even the Orientation Week activities of the university itself incorporated all kinds of blatantly sexist, rape-like hazing “rituals”, which were supposedly optional, but there was strong peer pressure to participate — and just take the stupidity in stride. And the two main campus pubs were places best avoided unless you were prepared to take the consequences of being blotto in a setting of mass confusion. It was not a safe place to be female, by any means.

And I, at a virginal 20, was anxious to avoid those obvious traps. So of course, a ride from a friendly, fatherly fellow writer seemed like a good idea to this girl, living so far from her parents’ home for the first time in her life.

Well, the middle-aged man who usually offered me that ride apparently forgot that he was supposed to be making things safer for me, because after a few rides, and the striking up of what I thought was just a nice harmless friendship, he started talking…inappropriately. More specifically, he grabbed my hand while the car was in motion, stuck one of my fingertips in his mouth, and then commented that he wished it was my nipple.

Even now, 25 years later, I still cringe remembering that.

But not only that. I also cringe when I remember what happened when I tried to tell the others about it.

Somebody told me that the man had a sick wife. Bedridden. So of course, the poor guy was lonely. What was I expecting would happen?

Well, NOTHING, actually. That’s what I was expecting would happen. And I dared to think this guy was old enough, and wise enough, to keep his hands to himself, understanding that I was not to be touched, not to be propositioned, not to be manhandled and mauled. Not under any circumstances.

Yes, I was dumb enough to actually believe it worked that way, once.

And oh, how I blamed and kicked myself for it when it didn’t. Because that’s what I was taught to do.

Of course, 25 years ago, no one talked about rape culture. Even at the university women’s centre, where I volunteered, this phrase was not yet in vogue.

Yet rape culture was all around us. It lurked behind bushes in Pervert Park. It lurked in the taxis, where I always took the back seat. It lurked in the windows of the men’s dorms on campus, where the guys decided to mock a “No Means No” campaign by sticking up signs reading “No Means Harder”, “No Means More Beer”, and “No Means She’s a Dyke”. It lurked in the mansplaining letters to the editors of campus newspapers saying that the women needed to lighten up, that it was only a joke, that there was something wrong with women who didn’t laugh.

The fact that I wasn’t laughing meant there was something wrong with me. Like the fact that I didn’t want to sleep with this man who was old enough to be my father, to take pity on him because he had a sick wife. Or like the fact that I didn’t feel safe sitting in the front seat of cabs, or walking across Pervert Park even in the daytime unless at least one male friend (gay, of course) was with me. Or like the fact that I didn’t feel brave enough to talk about it anymore, not even in the safe space of the Women’s Centre.

There’s always something wrong with us women, isn’t there?

Of course. Because we’re the ones who have to be wary of rape culture. And we’re also the ones, perversely, who have to submit to it when it comes calling on us. And we’re also the ones who subsequently get blamed for submitting, getting told we must be sluts who secretly wanted it to happen to us because we didn’t fight it off in time or scream loudly enough. We’re the ones who have to bury all the abuses of our trust, and stomp on the dirt. And the dirt is us.

We’re trained so relentlessly to be nice and polite, to defer to the men at all times. It’s what I called Nice Girl Training in a previous post, and it fucks up our lives something awful. We’re not supposed to say shit even if we’ve got a mouthful. Or if some guy we thought we could trust suddenly stuffs one of our fingers into his mouth and tells us he wishes it were our nipple. HE can talk, even with his mouth full. WE can’t.

And of course, I said nothing at the time. Partly because of shock, and partly because of Nice Girl Training. And in no small part because I was stuck in a moving car, and to jump out would have gotten me badly hurt (and probably taken further advantage of in my injured state).

And later, when I made the considerable effort it takes to overcome that training and tell somebody, I got rebuffed with a typically evasive rape-culture mansplanation. Subtext: Poor guy, don’t you feel sorry for him? Don’t take it that way, you silly squeamish girl! Nothing really happened, did it? Anyway, are you sure it’s not your fault for leading him on? Because in my day, girls didn’t…unless…

Ugh.

At this rate, it’s only a wonder that so many women don’t get raped. Or that so many men don’t rape. Because damn, our culture facilitates it something fierce. It teaches men to be “pickup artists”, to make advances even if they are utterly unwanted, and to force the woman to fight back in ways that are too obvious, too unfeminine, and alien to her upbringing. It teaches us to defend this “seduction” bullshit as “free speech”. It teaches us women to be complicit in every conceivable way. It renders us too polite to say no on the one hand, and to take the blame just as if we’d invited it on the other. Even if we do fight back or scream to protect our “virtue” (which is really just our right not to be fucking molested), we still get called bitches, and we’re still blamed. It’s like it’s all set up not to let us win.

And in fact, that’s exactly what it is. It’s a set-up. A set-up in which women (and sometimes, transfolk and gay and bi men) who are too painfully polite, or too unwary, get taken advantage of. And then proceed to blame themselves for that, because the culture certainly does.

And so we’re forever on our guard, trying to find the magic formula of appropriate dress, talk and demeanor that makes these abuses just not happen — and forever distraught because that formula just does not exist! As my friend observed during our conversation tonight, even a burqa is no real protection. It still announces a female presence outside the home, where of course she doesn’t belong. And the self-appointed morals police, invariably male, will still find a reason to assault her, even if it’s only for wearing the “wrong” shoes underneath. And even her own mother and sisters will not protect her when that happens, because they too are cowed by rape culture.

Women are supposed to be seen and not seen. We’re supposed to be virginal on our wedding nights, but still accept the unwanted advances of all comers. We’re supposed to fight and not fight. How the hell is that even remotely supposed to make sense? It doesn’t; it’s not supposed to. It’s rape culture. It’s meant to keep us milling around in confusion and getting nowhere. It’s a set-up.

If there is just one thing that has changed in the 25 years since all that stupid shit happened to me, it’s this: At least now we can talk about it and call the underlying problem by its right name. Before, it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t called Rape Culture. If it was spoken of at all, it was just “the way things are”, and the implicit premise was that we had to take it and say nothing. Now, at least, we see that things don’t have to be that way. We don’t have to blame ourselves anymore or tamp it down and try to forget it happened, as I did back then. We have begun to talk, to tell our stories, to call the problem by its right name.

And we have begun to see that talking helps. It helps us to realize how not alone we are in our plight, how what we went through could not possibly be our fault, because it also happened to our friends. And it helps to see that our friends don’t blame us for what happened to us, any more than we blame them for what happened to them. Lifting the blame off the victim’s shoulders is solidarity. It breaks the vicious rape culture cycle of silence, complicity and paranoia. And it helps us to see, too, how pervasive this problem is, and to get angry about it. And to start talking back to it in ways that we could not, before.

It’s not the final answer, but it’s a start. And the end to rape culture has to start somewhere.

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Press freedom under threat again in Venezuela and Ecuador

Press freedom is deteriorating rapidly in South America. Two politicians — one from Venezuela, one from Ecuador — attack a Dutch reporter for asking critical questions:

Ha, ha, whoops. That didn’t happen in South America. It happened in Europe — Brussels, to be exact. The politicians were not from Venezuela and Ecuador, but from the Czech Republic and Italy. And here’s what went down, according to a German business news site:

EU delegates are paid strictly according to their achievements. If they are present for a sitting, they get “day money”. This is to cover their accommodations and expenses for one day. For every day that the delegates are physically present in the EU Parliament, in either Brussels or Strasbourg. In order to confirm that they were in Parliament — perchance, to work there — the delegates have to show up on the spot and sign in.

In practice, the politicians have found a very efficient form of presence: Many EU delegates only go into Parliament for a short time, formally announce themselves, and then disappear again. For this, they collect 300 euros “day money”. That works out to 1800 euros an hour, when you take into account that the whole process takes just ten minutes, elevator trips up and down included.

The taxpayer has to carry these costs. Any colleague in private business would say it was betrayal.

A Dutch journalist, Tom Staal from GeenStijl, went to Brussels not so long ago, in order to see if this method, criticized for years, was still in effect.

He got lucky fast.

The Czech delegate, Miroslav Ransdorf, of the European leftist party GUE, and the Italian delegate, Raffaele Baldassare, of the European People’s Party, are two such fine examples — of those who shamelessly cash in on taxpayers’ money without working for it.

First the Dutch journalist met up with Miroslav Ransdorf. He had just come in to Brussels from the Czech Republic, shown up in Parliament, and left a few minutes later. His apartment is just a few hundred metres from the parliament building. When Staal confronted him with it, Ransdorf walked away. “But you just pocketed 300 euros, without having done anything, and now you’re going again. You only just arrived, you signed in, and then you go,” Staal added. Ransdorf hit the microphone, trying to fend off the journalist like a pesky insect, and played dumb: “I have no idea what you’re here for” — and kept going. “I work here,” said Ransdorf a little later. “Is it normal for someone who works to show up at six o’clock in the evening and then leave again at five after six?” the Dutch reporter persisted. “Isn’t that unfair to the other EU citizens?” He got no reply; the Czech delegate vanished behind the door of a house.

Staal got no explanation at all from the Italian delegate, Raffaele Baldassare. “We saw how you just signed in, and it’s 6:30 p.m. Isn’t that a little late to show up for work?” Staal asked. Baldassare went into the Parliament with his suitcase at 6:30, and left a little later. “I don’t understand,” Baldassare replied, in English. Because he understood full well that he’d been caught, he later replied only in Italian. As Staal repeated himself several times, the same answer came. Three times Staal asked the question, then tried to follow Baldassare into the elevator. That’s when Baldassare went off on him, trying to throw him out by force, hitting at him and not letting go.

Translation mine.

Can you just imagine what the media would say if this happened in Venezuela or Ecuador, though? The IAPOA would be on it like a duck on a junebug. They’d be jumping down the throat of Nicolás Maduro — or Rafael Correa — and calling them commie-fascist strongmen and thugs, and accusing them of censorship, interfering with the freedom of the press, etc., etc., ad nauseam.

But since this was just a couple of crummy Europarliament deputies, one a nominally leftist Czech and the other a conservative Italian, well…it’s kind of hard to blame Bolivarian socialism for that. So the whole thing gets no mention in the anglo-whore media at all.

I’m really trying to muster up the energy to yawn at this, but somehow I just can’t even do that anymore.

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The Snowden Affair, as seen from Venezuela and Ecuador

So far, Venezuela has not received any asylum request from Edward Snowden, the former NSA contractor turned whistleblower who revealed that the intelligence agency is spying on pretty well everyone who’s got a telephone and/or internet access. But, says President Maduro, if Venezuela were to receive such a request, the response would be favorable:

Venezuelan president Nicolás Maduro made reference to the Snowden case in remarks made during a press conference along with his Haitian counterpart, Michel Martelly.

“Denunciations of espionage on the part of intelligence agencies in the United States should serve to change the world,” Maduro said.

What this young man did has been for the good of humanity. No one in the world should be spied on, said Maduro. “Snowden surprised the world in divulging denunciations over the violation of civil liberties in the United States,” he added, and asked: “What would happen if it were found out that Venezuela, a humble country, is spying on the entire world? We’d then have all the organisms, the [UN] Security Council, coming down on Venezuela.”

The young people of the US are with Snowden, who deserves all the humanitarian aid that can be offered. He has not sought asylum in Venezuela, but we are abreast of and watching his situation, said Maduro.

The Venezuelan president also said that in the United States, there are political asylum seekers who placed bombs in the Colombian and Spanish diplomatic installations in Venezuela, among them Luis Posada Carriles, a convicted and confessed killer, who caused the deaths of more than 70 young athletes on a Cubana de Aviación flight that departed from Caracas.

“Who deserves asylum: those who contribute to the world, or those who place bombs?” asked the president, referring to the crime in Barbados.

Translation mine.

Isn’t it ironic (and extremely interesting) that Luis Posada Carriles, a convicted terrorist, is walking free in the US even though he arrived there illegally and, by rights, should be either in jail there, or else extradited to Venezuela or Cuba for his crimes?

Meanwhile, several fugitives from Ecuador are also oozing around in Gringolandia, quite unpunished by US justice, even though they are wanted for crimes against humanity back home:

The ex-president of Ecuador, Jamil Mahuad; the bankers who caused the crisis of 1990, Roberto and William Isaías; and the ex-director of Ecuadorian army intelligence and US agent in Ecuador, Mario Pazmiño, are some of the Ecuadorians with criminal records whom the White House has granted refuge in recent years.

This information was revealed by Canadian journalist Jean-Guy Allard. In his article, Allard criticizes the morality of the US government, which expressed opposition to Edward Snowden receiving asylum in Ecuador while it “receives without the least scruple, and gives protection to, delinquents of Ecuadorian nationality.”

“The political and economic decisions taken by the Mahuad government generated, in addition to victims of savage repression, the flight of two million Ecuadorians into the exterior. Ecuadorian justice had already put out an arrest warrant for Mahuad in late 2011, in order that the embezzling ex-leader could be located and captured. A short time later, under US pressure, Interpol rejected Quito’s petition, which provoked protests in Ecuador, including from President Rafael Correa himself,” wrote Allard.

A few short weeks ago, a Florida judge, John Thornton, ruled in favor of the banker brothers, Roberto and William Isaías Dassum, owners of the failed Filanbanco corporation.

“The two delinquent financiers owed no less than $264 million to the people of Ecuador,” Allard added. The judge decided that the human rights of the two had been injured.

“This is a reality. There was an investigation, and they have a great many properties and investments in the United States, mainly in Miami, as they themselves stated; they now own a subsidiary of the CNN chain in Orlando, and in Tampa; they are opening a Latino channel in Miami; they have oil investments; they own a network of private schools; finally, they inaugurated intelligent buildings such as those in Coral Way,” said Ecuadorian lawyer Carlos Bravo on June 13, to the Andes news agency.

The Isaías brothers live in Cocoplum, the most exclusive neighborhood in Coral Gables, Florida, under the protection of the US government.

“Mario Raúl Pazmiño, ex-chief of Ecuadorian military intelligence, was expelled from the army for his collaboration with the CIA and his numerous ‘leaks’ of secret information to his US handlers, and for interfering with an operation against drug traffickers,” Allard continues.

“For years, Pazmiño, an ultra-right-wing militant, dedicated himself, along with several others of his ilk, to the so-called White Legion, a clandestine fascist group dedicated to attacking leftists. With help from the North,” Allard writes. “A traitor of the first order, Pazmiño informed his CIA chiefs during the bombardment of March 1, 2008, of a FARC camp in Angostura, in which 26 persons died, among them Raúl Reyes.”

“Granted asylum in the United States, Pazmiño never for a single instant stopped conspiring against the government of President Rafael Correa. Seven days before the attempted coup d’état in Ecuador, Pazmiño appeared as one of the leaders of a conspiratorial meeting in Miami, along with his parter, the torturer Gustavo Lemus. He was surrounded at the time by various Cuban counter-revolutionaries identified with terrorism, among them Carlos Alberto Montaner,” writes Allard.

Lemus, also in the US under CIA protection, is wanted in Ecuador for torture and accused of having covered up the murder of two teenagers when he was chief of the torturers in the Social Christian government of León Febres Cordero (1984-1988).

Again, translation mine.

So, it appears that there is a consistent pattern of stinking hypocrisy in the US as to who is a terrorist and who is a spy, and who is not. Edward Snowden ruined no economies, is not a torturer or an airplane bomber, killed no one and endangered no one’s life or security…yet he is wanted for “espionage” (on whose behalf, one wonders?) Meanwhile, all the slimiest scum of Latin America, which has a funny way of washing up on Florida’s shores, is living the sweet life there under federal protection…in spite of causing financial crises, perpetrating murder, torture, coups, and mayhem.

It just doesn’t get any further through the Looking Glass than that.

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Rotten tomatoes for El Narco Uribe

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The History Channel (better known as the Hitler Channel) is infamous up here for its sensationalistic crap, which increasingly has less and less to do with actual history, and more and more to do with weird dudes claiming they were rectally probed by aliens. And now, Colombians are also waking up to the farce, and responding appropriately:

The Tomato Party is no stranger to the debate between Uribistas and anti-Uribistas on social media since the choice of ex-president Alvaro Uribe Vélez as the “Greatest Colombian” on TV’s History Channel.

On its Twitter account, the party invited its supporters to throw a tomato at a placard showing the ex-leader’s face on a target labelled “The Greatest Colombian”.

“The ‘tomatina’ has begun. These are not the heroes we want in Colombia. The artists, writers and teachers are that,” read one tweet.

Another tweet read: “Awards ceremony for the #GreatestColombian. Have your rotten tomatoes ready.”

[…]

A few hours ago, the Tomato Party arrived in front of the National University, expressing their rejection of the recognition awarded to the ex-president, who was the target of a new tomato-toss by this group of citizens, which has been holding such events for the past two months in several cities around the country against controversial personages.

At the same time, the group is satirically pushing the “Anti-Colombian of the Century” prize on social media, and the first nominee is the same ex-president, Uribe.

During the event, passers-by took the time to throw tomatoes at the banner with the picture of Uribe on it.

Translation mine.

Alvaro Uribe is, of course, NOT the greatest Colombian by a long shot. As the Tomato Partisans point out, it’s the intellectuals who deserve that honor. If they must nominate someone for that, how about Gabriel García Márquez? Or if it must be a politician, how about Jorge Eliécer Gaitán?

Nah…too obvious. And not obsequious enough.

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Music for a Sunday: For the Brazilian Revolution

I just keep coming back to this one. And this one:

And this one:

Crank it and MARCH.

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Wankers of the Week: The Gee-Hate Summit

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Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, how about our Dear Leaders. Thinking they know how to run the world. Ha! After what Edward Snowden exposed, it’s a wonder any of them can show their faces in public anymore, much less at a summit. Maybe next time there won’t be one. We can always hope, eh? And here’s who I can always hope would never show their faces anywhere, in no particular order:

1. Tony Fucking Blair. Not content with the ridiculously fucking huge bundle he made off Afghanistan and Iraq, now Dubya’s Poodle is cheerleading for war in Syria, too. Don’t make me put a bankruptcy curse on you, Toady Bliar! PS: And if anything you did deserves cursing from me, THIS does.

2. Karl Fucking Rove. Speaking of people who made a bundle off Dubya’s wars, Turdblossom is back in the news, too. Predictably, he’s defending the illegitimate because he used to watch cop-and-robber shows on TV as a little kid. Well, so did I, Unka Karl, but I knew that shit wasn’t real. And I don’t think anyone who advocates this kind of police-statism has any business talking about freedom anymore.

3. Dick Fucking Cheney. And oh yeah, the Big Dick is also back. Also squawking about how spying on citizens is like totally legit, but blowing the whistle on it makes you a traitor. Two words, Dickie: VALERIE PLAME. PS: Twoofer much?

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4. Sarah Fucking Palin. Yes, she’s fertile. Unfortunately, she’s still not terribly bright.

5. Howard Fucking Kurtz. Oh, so it’s only the media fueling the perception that the US justice system is appallingly racist? And the fact that millions of black guys are doing more jail time for drug possession or petty theft than rich white guys for Murder One has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. Riiiiiight.

6. Dolores Fucking Valandro. Her first name’s about right; it stands for pain and suffering. Her surname needs one letter changed, though: the V to an M. And that’s for suggesting that a black parliamentarian — a minister, no less — be raped for not cracking down more on immigrants. In Italy, where there are, heaven knows, more than enough homegrown criminals already. And some of them are sitting politicians.

7. Tim Fucking Haries. Oh joy, oh bliss. Another “fathers’ rights” crane-climber has made an ass of himself in an attempt to get custody of his kids. And this one did it by defacing a royal portrait in a gallery with spray paint. Genius move, dude. Bet that will REALLY get the judge’s sympathy!

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8. Michael Fucking Burgess. Dude, are you sure you want to argue that just because male fetuses (what, no girls?) can masturbate in utero, all of them should be forcibly born and promptly neglected by the state thereafter? Or, to put it another way: Simply because you yourself are a wanker from way, WAY back, do you really want more little wankers brought into the world with no means of supporting them other than your sexist, “pro-life”, wankish say-so?

9. Gregg Fucking Jarrett. Pot makes you violent? Only if you’ve been watching Reefer Madness. And smoking crack while doing so.

10. Rand Fucking Paul. And on the other side of the pot-stupidity scale, Aqua Buddha thinks that pot smokers are losing brain cells. And motivation. Explains a lot about Randy McBong, don’t you think?

11. Marissa Fucking Powell. What the hell was Miss Utah saying? I don’t know, and I suspect she doesn’t, either.

12. Dean Fucking Del Mastro. When you’re found out for election fraud and the media won’t leave you alone, do what the big tough guys with the mafia connections do: Blubber like a big fat baby.

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13. Charles Fucking Saatchi. Trying to kill your wife in public is, obviously, a crime. Trying to pass the whole horrifying thing off as a “playful tiff” (as if such things actually existed) is, obviously, a major, MAJOR wank.

14. Nick Fucking Griffin. Last week we found out that Icky Nicky was just marking the hours and days till Nelson Mandela passed away, grumbling all the while about some imaginary terrorist. This week, we find out that he’d like to sexually molest #13’s wife. So, that makes one checkmark under Racist, another under Sexist. Dude sure knows how to put the ASS in classy.

15. David Fucking Cameron. Letting the peons know how much fancy shit you ate is classless. Hearing back from them on the tweeter, in no uncertain terms, what a wanker you are…is PRICELESS.

16. Abe Fucking Foxman. Nice of him to try to pit Jews against blacks by slamming Alice Walker for her humanitarian efforts toward Palestinians. I’m sure that will do wonders for Israel’s ever-growing, ain’t-going-away reputation as an apartheid state.

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17 and 18. Ed Fucking Fast and John Fucking Baird. Elsewhere on the apartheid-state front, Squealer got someone to keep him company while he went there to try to embarrass us even more than he already has. Aww, how nice.

19. James Fucking Taranto. Blah blah blah blah WAR ON MEN blah blah blah blah LEGITIMATE RAPE blah blah blah blah EFFORT TO CRIMINALIZE MALE SEXUALITY blah blah blabbity blah blah. Rape culture, as fomented by the Wall Street Urinal. If ever a man deserved to be Forever Alone, it’s HIM.

20. Serena Fucking Williams. And on the other side of the rape-apologist ledger, there’s her. Blaming the Steubenville victim, even though it’s all out there that Jane Doe was drugged on purpose so that she’d be unable to resist when rape came knocking at her door. I have no words.

21. Paula Fucking Deen. Happy Juneteenth, y’all! The Queen of Type II Diabetic Hypocrisy and Profiteering just wants y’all to know she thought slavery was so romantic and that house slaves looked all “professional” in their white coats and little black ties. Also that there’s nothing wrong with the N-word if you’re dealing with the help, or telling a “joke”. Bless her heart. Don’t you just wish she’d choke on a cornpone?PS: And her brother, too.

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22. Ken Fucking Hoinsky. If you’re one of those desperate fucking dolts who contributed even a cent to that $16,000 Kickstarter thingie of his, you don’t deserve to get your money back. He’s “writing” (or more likely, PLAGIARIZING) a “guide” to DATE RAPE. All the “advice” that’s in it is already available all over the Internets for nothing. Which is, in the end, exactly what that shit is worth. Especially if it comes from schlubby guys with skeezy goatees. PS: Ha, ha.

23. E.W. Fucking Jackson. Every week, he says something stupid. And every week, it’s stupider than the week before. This is getting to be something of a pattern with him.

24. Geraldo Fucking Rivera. Because a good investigative reporter (i.e., NOT GERALDO RIVERA) dying in a fiery car crash is merely sad, but a still-living fuck-up of a douchey general is ever so much sadder. So nice to see he has his sads all prioritized like that!

25. Phil Fucking Gingrey. Won’t somebody think of the children? And won’t somebody please go on cramming outmoded gender roles and stereotypes down their dear little throats? Otherwise, the terrorists and homo-sex-you-alls win! Also, legitimate rape!

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26. Chris Fucking Simcox. Somehow, I’m not surprised that this racist-but-don’t-call-him-racist “militia” leader turns out to be a child molester AND a domestic abuser. I guess we’re not supposed to call him any of THAT, either.

27. Christina Fucking Odone. Hey, lady: How about you stop trying to “save” #13’s marriage (his third, BTW, and thus the third that he’s fucked up) by urging the public to overlook the very strong photographic evidence that it’s an irredeemable shitpile? Trying to pass off a public strangulation attempt as a “private matter”…UGH. I mean, that’s just the WORST kid of concern trolling. Not to mention that it perpetuates domestic abuse by normalizing violence…and fetishizing patriarchy.

28. Patrick Fucking Johnston. I’m sure he’s never heard the phrase “cognitive dissonance” before. Otherwise, he’d realize he was suffering from a terminal case of it, and get help.

29. Steve Fucking Moxon. Given that men rule the media and the vast majority of the world, a program that gives an hour’s airtime to women is hardly “sexism” — unless you’re the kind of guy who thinks women should get no time or recognition whatsoever. Or an asshole. But I repeat myself…

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30 and 31. Mickey Fucking Hurley and Malu Fucking Custer Edwards. I would ask why the rich are such abusive, cheap-ass bitches, but science has already done a better job of this (and answering it) than I. And, in a perverse way, they’ve proven F. Scott Fitzgerald right: The rich ARE different from the rest of us. They are much, much worse.

32. Rick Fucking Wiles. If it’s publicity from socialists that you want, you should have come to me. I’m a socialist, but Rachel Maddow is not. And you, sir, are a fucking nutjob.

33. Ira Fucking Hilliard. Remember when Oral Roberts said he’d get “called home” unless his sheeple coughed up the cash for a new yacht? And how he failed to do so? This is something like that, only the yacht is a helicopter. And he’s promising everyone a fancy car. Uh-huh.

34. Nigel Fucking Farage. Oh surprise! British Nazi party leaders are just like any other rich bastards. They hide their money offshore while proclaiming their patriotism to all and sundry. And then whine when they’re caught. In his case, that it was his accountant’s idea, and that he’s “not rich enough”. Surrrrre, Nigel. We believe you!

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35. Paul Fucking LePage. Bad enough to slam his opponent by suggesting that the man is a sodomizer who does it “with no Vaseline”. But then to double down on the dumbth with an “oh come on, I was only being politically incorrect, he’s worse” — and to couch it in racist terms? Yeah, that’s a winning strategy, guvnor. You, sir, are an asshole. And you deserve to get it without Vaseline…or Astroglide…or so much as a by-your-leave.

36. Craig Fucking Dershowitz. Fuck it, I hate apartheid. And hipster condoms pretending to be “art”.

37. Louie Fucking Gohmert. Yup, Gomer again. And this week’s special in stoopid is crab legs. Which he thinks people on welfare can afford. Uh, Louie? Most of them can’t even afford Kraft Dinner. And they have no idea what crabmeat tastes like, either.

38. Jim Fucking Allen. Y’know, it really speaks to how white Repugs actually view black women when one of them calls one — a candidate from his own party — a “streetwalker”, a “love child”, etc. Could you possibly get more racist and slut-shamey, dude? And is it any wonder so few black people will ever vote for your party, much less run for office under its banner?

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39, 40 and 41. Jason Fucking Gregory, Dean Fucking Esmay, and Paul Fucking Elam. The unholy trinity of masculist stoopid has basically crapped its nest full of guano this week, and fallen out with a giant THUD. Much to the amusement of internauts and feminists everywhere. And the shitting still seems to be continuing unabated, too. Tune in next week when the shitshow reaches a self-administered climax…if your stomach can stand it.

42. Terry Fucking Brandstad. Since when does a state governor get to veto a woman’s decisions regarding her own uterus? Since now, apparently. And this one insists on doing so on a case-by-case basis, too. How much more intimidating and draconian could it get?

43. Pamela Fucking Wallin. Oh Pammy, if you’re gonna go the “I am not a crook” route, could you at least hold up both hands in a V sign? You know, for authenticity?

44. Bill Fucking Maher. Oh sure, the N-word is just a word. To white people. To those at whom white people have traditionally directed it, though, it’s weighted with 300 years of slavery, plus another 150 of discrimination and exclusion. For “just a word”, it sure weighs a goddamn fuckton.

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45. Mitch Fucking McConnell. I’ll believe corporations are people on the day that Texas executes one. Or on the day the “pro-life” movement prevents one from getting aborted. Until that day, all talk of human rights for corporations is absurd.

46. Bill Fucking Cunningham. You wanna talk roles, old man? Shut the fuck up and get that lady a sandwich. That’s YOUR role.

47. Daniel Fucking Musso. Don’t like getting tazed? Good. Because gun-violence survivors should not be heckled. Especially not when calling for very modest, common-sense measures like background checks for gun buyers.

48 and 49. Glendon Scott Fucking Crawford and Eric J. Fucking Feight. Men are NOT from Mars, but maybe we can make an exception for these two KKKrazies and their racist death ray. As in, send ’em there to be the first (and last) two people ever permanently stationed on the Red Planet.

50. Glenn Fucking Beck. God is not a teabagger. But Biff seems to think She is. Jesus doesn’t like it when you lie, Biff.

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And finally, to the lovely victim-blaming town of Norwood, Colorado. As if hazing and sodomy with a pencil weren’t bad enough, the entire town went out of its way to shame the 13-year-old boy who was thus assaulted, forcing him and his family to move away. Small towns, a great place to raise children? Don’t bet on it. They’re actually great places for getting away with murder, and circling the wagons everytime an outcast speaks out. I grew up in one, and that seems to be the prevailing mentality there, too. And oh, the stories I could tell…but I won’t. I’ll just say that small towns have their own very special brand of suckitude, and this is a big, BIG part of it.

Good night, and get fucked!

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