In honor of the ending, at long last, of the NHL lockout and stalemate, ladies ‘n’ gents, give it up for Stompin’ Tom:
As for me, the face-off I’d really like to see is Greedheads in Charge vs. Teenage Multimillionaires.
In honor of the ending, at long last, of the NHL lockout and stalemate, ladies ‘n’ gents, give it up for Stompin’ Tom:
As for me, the face-off I’d really like to see is Greedheads in Charge vs. Teenage Multimillionaires.

Crappy New Year, everyone! By now, you’re either over your hangover from New Year’s Eve, or working on your next one. Well, sorry to inflict this on you, but it’s the first wankapedia of the year, and I’m rarin’ to go. Pop your antacids and wash ’em down with Alka-Seltzer, because here come your sick-makers, in no particular order…
1. Charlie Fucking Sheen. Either his new meds aren’t working, or they’re having the strange side effect of bringing out the worst in him, because he’s spouting homophobic obscenities. And no, Chuckles, a lisp does NOT make a faggot out of a maggot. (M is not a sibilant. Duh.)
2. Christy Fucking Clark. A cougar ain’t nothin’ but a mountain lion. And as for MILF, how about just saying “woman”? Jesus, no wonder the premier of BC is out of touch with her own gender. And no wonder the women of BC are alienated by her. Here’s a radical thought: How about just ignoring radio shock-jocks, who have absolutely nothing of worth to say about politics anyway?
3. Glenn Fucking Grothman. Does he even KNOW any black people? Or, for that matter, any white leftists? The reason I ask is because he seems to think he knows all about who celebrates Kwanzaa and who doesn’t. And of course, he DOESN’T.

4. Sean Fucking Hannity. Awwww, da Baby Jesus lost half his viewing audience. My heart would bleed…that is, if he didn’t thoroughly deserve it by fucking up so monumentally during the last US election.
5. Eric Fucking Bolling. Speaking of losing viewing audiences, I bet that’s what he’s gonna do in the coming year, too. This in spite of his new year’s resolution. And his confetti-cannon stunt. After all, it is FUX Snooze we’re talking about.
6. Tom Fucking Corbett. So, Penn State shouldn’t have to pay for having had the winningest college football team in history, at the expense of sexually abused kids? Gee, how very state-minded of you, Gubnor. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that as state attorney general of Pennsylvania at the time, you had every opportunity to bust some bastards, and you did not. Better to sue pre-emptively than to get sued by those abuse survivors and their parents, eh?

7. Danny Fucking Hafley. His racist caricature/lawn-jockey of Obama doesn’t make “smart comments”? Neither does he himself. Especially when claiming freedom of speech as his excuse for that bit of transparent trailer-trashery.
8. Joe Fucking Fischer. Has nobody in Kenfuckingtucky learned anything from the thrashing all the pro-rape, anti-choice Repugs took in the last federal election? Guess not. Nobody wants to see fetal fingers and toes or be forced to listen to a fetal heartbeat when she already knows that there’s no future for a pregnancy. Nobody, that is, except right-wing men whom no woman in her right mind would find sexually attractive anyway.
9. Michael Fucking Nodianos. Yeah, dude, rape is SO FUCKING FUNNY. And so is seeing your face and your name splattered all over the Internets, so you’ll be forever known as the wanker who thought that it was cool to watch his buddies gang-banging an unconscious girl “deader than” a variety of famous corpses…and then BROADCAST it on the Internets like it was something to brag about, instead of a hideous crime. Joke’s on YOU, now. Hope you enjoy being a leper!

10. John Fucking Boehner. Go Cheney yourself, you perpetually pickled fucking Oompa-Loompa. Go Cheney yourself.
11. Clint Fucking Bristow. Fascist politician…common hooligan…really, what IS the difference? Only two days into the New Year, that’s all it takes for a member of the English Defence League to show his true colors. And get his sorry arse arrested for burglary.
12. Glenn Fucking Beck. So, he’s planning to fire the first staffer who even MENTIONS Obama? I wonder when his show will go off the air. After all, Obama-hating paranoia is you-know-whose stock in trade. PS: Ha, ha.
13. Gordon Fucking Klingenschmitt. John Jacob Jingelheimer…sorry. I just find it hilarious that a former NAVY chaplain, of all people, has such crazy reactionary ideas about same-sex marriage. Just how many sailors has he ministered to with that murderous intolerance? At least now we know why he got kicked out.

14. Larry Fucking Winget. Well, at least HIS last name fits. He’s a fucking wingnut, and he thinks that the US — the most pathologically macho and dick-obsessed country on Earth — is getting “wussfied” by yoga and other non-competitive forms of physical activity. Well, Mr. Wingnut, I do yoga, and I can drop your sorry ass in your socks. And if you think sports with no ball are “wussy”, I also know any number of weight-lifters who can crumple you on their foreheads like a pop can.
15. Joseph Fucking Sciambra. Speaking of wingnuts with strange notions of masculinity, how about him? He claims that gay sex causes the devil to fly out your ass. Something tells me the devil is speaking out of HIS.
16. Felix Fucking Aubel. Sticking with the demonology theme for an additional moment of stoopid, please give it up for this Welsh pastor, ladies ‘n’ gents. He blames “childless spinster” ladies for giving children the evil eye. Yep, that IS the oldest stereotype in the book. Isn’t it nice to see superstition still thriving in this supposedly so enlightened day and age?

17. Francis Fucking George. Same-sex marriage is being legalized in an ever increasing number of nations and states, yet this cardinal sinner thinks it’s a “legal fiction”. No, it’s a legal FACT. And that gay people should lead celibate lives. Translation: Join me in the closet, boys, the Vaseline’s fine!
18. Angela Fucking Cornett. Outta the way, bitch, that parking slot is mine! And if you don’t move, I’ll just run you the fuck over! With a mind like that, how she ever managed to get elected as a school board trustee is beyond me. Oh wait, it’s Georgia. Never mind!
19. Mark Fucking Steyn. Letting kids be kids, and making the world less scary for them (and more civilized, and comprehensible, ahem) is infantilization! Bring back scary monsters and boogymen under the bed! Well, Mark, why don’t YOU go on Sesame Street, then? You could at the very least give Oscar the Grouch a run for his trashcan.

20. Marion Fucking Hammer. Guns are not being banned because of how they look. Gun control is finally being debated in earnest because too many people are getting fucking killed by gunshots. But thanks, old white lady with an ugly haircut, for framing it to look like gun-control proponents are the racists. How many black people did you see joining the NRA during your tenure, again? What will you do when black Floridians get sick of seeing their kids killed by white guys, and decide to start Standing Their Ground? And considering the stupid arguments your side is making about more people being killed by hammers — an already debunked fallacy, by the way — I hope people will start to use the phrase “dumber than a bag of Hammers” with special relish from now on.
21. Diane Fucking Abbott. Hand in your feminist card, lady. You don’t get to blame obesity, “family breakdown” (whatever the fuck THAT means) and alcoholism on the struggle for equality, and still say you’re a feminist. You don’t get to misrepresent feminism on the one hand and lay claim to it on the other. And you don’t get to slag it like an MRA and still say you’re on side. You are NOT a feminist. You’re just another damn reactionary in a skirt. Start acknowledging that, and maybe you’ll begin to see where the real problem lies.
22. Bill O’Fucking Reilly. Asians are “not liberal by nature”? Wow, now THERE is a racist thing to say. But maybe Billo is right. Most of the Asians I’ve met are NOT liberals, they’re socialists. Which is lefter than left, and very pro-working-class. And China and Vietnam are still nominally communist, too! But I’m not going to blame it on some inscrutable Asian gene pool thing. Because that would not only be racist, it would be really fucking stupid.

23. Julian Fucking Fantino. Oh noes, Haiti isn’t providing a return on crapitalist investment since the earthquake! Why not say THAT, instead of talking bullshit about what “Canadians have a right to expect”? We don’t have any right to expect ANYTHING of Haiti, much less the success of disaster capitalism, which has only failed everywhere it’s ever been tried. Even the IMF has come out to say as much this week. Oops!
24. Ann Fucking Coulter. The Coultergeist has reached a new level of idiotic ghoulishness this week, saying that private medical records of women who’ve had abortions need to be made public, presumably in the interests of protecting innocent children from potential murderesses. Of course, the Coultergeist (who should never have been admitted to law school, much less graduated — and who clearly got all her degrees from diploma mills) forgets a couple of salient details: One, that medical records are private for a reason, and two, that murder requires malice aforethought. Sort of like the vile trash that constantly drops from her withered lips, in other words. Hey, I have a terrific idea: How about making all the Coultergeist’s private information public? I would love to see what mind-warping drugs she’s tested positive for.
25. Suaidi Fucking Yahya. Yippy skippy, another conservative male politician who thinks that delicate little women have to be “protected” from things that don’t actually harm them. Or, to put it another way: If women were meant to ride sidesaddle, they wouldn’t even possess the muscles that let them move their legs apart. Alas, we are constructed just like men in this regard. So much for the “honor” of yet another ridiculous anti-woman law. If you really want to protect women, how about teaching men not to rape?
26. Bob Fucking Marshall. Yet another tone-deaf wingnut who can’t take a hint from how badly his fellow wingnuts got trounced in the last federal election. If “pro-life” (and objectively pro-rape) is losing ground, what to do? Double, triple and quadruple down on the dumbth. If your transvaginal ultrasound re-rape bills fail, bring in four more anti-choice bills! Sooner or later, some of that poo has got to stick to the wall you’re flinging it at…right?

27. Scott Fucking Lively. Karma is about to bite his dogma so hard…and in Uganda, of all places. You remember Uganda, don’t you, kiddies? That’s right, that place in Africa where the Religious Reich is taking its neo-colonial doctrine of murderous homophobia, having been thwarted in it everywhere else. Well, it looks as though gay Ugandans aren’t going down without one helluva fight. And in the US courts, too, no less! On charges of crimes against humanity. I would feel sorry for him, but he’s brought it on himself. I say he belongs in The Hague, but I’ll be more than happy to see him walk out of there with egg on his face. Which he will, since Massachusetts is one of the more progressive states.
28. Bryan Fucking Fischer. Sticking with the subject of “God”-vs.-gays for another wanker, it looks like all his time in the Religious Reich is starting to get to him. He’s now babbling his darkest sexual fantasies to the world. And what doozers they are! Thanks, Bryan, for letting the world know you’re secretly into drag queens in high heels and dangly earrings. They’ll be sure to take the warning and keep far away from you.
29. Mike Fucking Huckabee. Yup, nothing like contempt for the working woman. And nothing says “contempt” quite like opposition to healthcare funding…including birth control. Well, here’s a wee bit of contempt in return for this latest Chick-Fil-HATE move: Fuck you, Hucky Fudd. And fuck Hobby Lobby and their made-in-China cheap junk, too.
30. Jamie Fucking Glazov. Who? I don’t know, but I thank Loonwatch for bringing this dumb fucking whackjob to my attention. Hello, shitbrain, Nakoula Basseley Nakoula is in jail for fraud and violating probation. He is no more a political prisoner than I am. If you want REAL political prisoners, then maybe you might want to talk about Gitmo, fuckass.

And finally, to the 67 congressional Repugs who voted against the Hurricane Sandy aid package. Figures that you’re all from states unaffected by that particular ‘cane, but who never hesitate to bitch and moan for dollars when it’s your state getting wind-whipped and storm-surged. You probably all still think hurricanes are part of God’s punishment for being liberal and/or gay, eh? In that case, I’d suggest taking a harder look at what’s clanking around inside your own closets. Remember, the sin of Sodom and Gomorrah was NOT homosexuality, but hostility and a distinct lack of charity toward strangers.
Good night, and get fucked!

Supporters of Rafael Correa, the incumbent president of Ecuador, gather to mark the opening of the federal election campaign. More on that from the ANDES news agency:
Thousands of citizens gathered in the area surrounding the Mercado Mayorista, in the south of Quito, to mark the opening of the electoral campaign of candidate Rafael Correa.
The gathering took place at 6:00 a.m. in the Solanda sector. In his speech, Correa emphasized the successes of his government and urged his listeners to vote for List 35, to which he belongs, on February 17.
“Don’t believe the stories that ‘Correa needs opposition to govern better’. What they want is to divide the country, like they did for so many years. The past must never return, this revolution must be irreversible. Today a new historical chapter begins, a glorious one for the democracy of the people of Ecuador,” said Correa.
After this, Correa began a tour of the country from Quito to Portoviejo, passing through Tandapi, Alluriquín, and Santo Domingo de los Tsáchilas. In the afternoon, he travelled to the province of Manabí for the official launc of the campaign of the PAIS movement.
The candidate and current president received licence to campaign from the National Assembly on January 2. He requested 30 days’ leave of absence, per Article 146 of the Constitution, Article 42 of the Organic Law of Legislative Function, and in accordance with Article 93 of the Democratic Code.
Translation mine.
So, El Ecuadorable is going to be a busy boy in the next six weeks. Watch this space for plenty of that face. (Mmmmmmm, dat FACE.)

Breaking: A few days ago, an Indian woman was gang-raped, beaten, and left to die by thugs. So far, this hasn’t made the news in any major venue. But, you say, doesn’t India have a rape problem? And aren’t there huge mass demonstrations against it? Yes, that’s right. But this isn’t India. And this woman isn’t THAT kind of Indian:
“There was a woman, who was taken by two non-native guys, raped and left for dead,” stated Chief Peter Collins, the Chief of Fort William First Nation. Collins says “It is a hate crime against our community”.
In a media statement issued today, Idle No More states, “On Thursday evening Angela Smith (not her real name to protect her identity) was walking to a store in the city of Thunder Bay, Ontario. Two Caucasian men pulled their car up along side her as she walked on the sidewalk and began issuing racial slurs while throwing items at her from the car. When she continued to walk, the car stopped and the passenger of the vehicle got out of the car and grabbed the woman by her hair and forced her into the back of the car where she was held her down in the back seat by one of them and driven out of the city.
“They drove her to a surrounding wooded area where they brutally sexually assaulted, strangled and beat her. During the attack they told her it wasn’t the first time they had committed this type of crime and added, ‘it wouldn’t be the last’. They also told her ‘You Indians deserve to lose your treaty rights’. Making a reference to the current peaceful protests being undertaken by First Nations in Thunder Bay and throughout the country under the banner of Idle No More”.
Thankfully, unlike her counterpart in India, this woman is still alive, conscious, and talking about it:
Left for dead in the wooded area, ‘Angela’ managed to walk for four to five hours back to her home, where police were called. She was taken by ambulance to the hospital and the crime is currently under investigation.
Speaking from her home in Thunder Bay on Friday, ‘Angela’ said, “The only thought that came to my mind were my children. I thought I would never see them again.”
She said she also wanted to get the information out to community members in Thunder Bay, “It’s a cruel world out there and right now with the First Nations trying to fight this Bill (Bill C-45) everyone should be looking over their shoulder constantly because there are a lot of racists out there and to be careful.”
Yeah, John Fucking Baird, go right ahead and reject what Amnesty International is saying about us. Who the hell cares what you think? It’s all too true. Canada has nothing to boast about on any front right now. Canada has a racism problem. Canada has a sexism problem. Canada has a RAPE problem. None of these problems have been resolved, so there can be no “moving on”.
And all these human rights abuses are the “proud” legacy of conservatism. You know, the doctrine of white male Christian capitalist supremacy? Where one relatively small group of people goes around telling all the rest what to do…and if the Others don’t obey, they rape, beat and kill them with virtual impunity.
Now, I’m not Native. My parents are German immigrants. I’m a first-generation Canadian. I suppose I should, by the lights of our lovely SupposiTories, just wash my hands of all this and make like it’s not my problem.
But it IS my problem.
Because I am a woman. Because I too have to watch my back, constantly. From the moment I hit puberty, when I was 10 years old, I had to be on guard against prying eyes, groping hands, and worse. I had to face bullies who couched their threats of violence in graphically sexual terms. I have no doubt that at least some of them, if they felt they could get away with it, would have carried out all their threats and then some.
And while I didn’t know it at the time, it was only the fact that I was white that saved my skin. White girls and women have the narrowest margin of safety over their aboriginal sisters in this regard. We get harassed and molested, and sometimes raped. THEY get beaten, raped and killed. And they get that all the time, and nobody from the media seems to ever say boo.
And the reason all this happens is because there’s this age-old mentality that the “Indian” must be killed. Residential schools were built on the belief that it was necessary to “kill the Indian in the child”, so that all these pesky indigenous peoples, with their quaint belief in the sanctity of nature and the land, would not get in the way of capitalism when the settlers took over what had previously been owned by no one, and home to all. They could not be allowed to speak their own languages, practice their own customs, or worship their ancestral deities and spirits. They were stripped of everything, even the hair on their heads; one of the first things that happened to Native children when they were incarcerated in residential schools was that they would have their braids cut off. After all, that long hair was symbolic of the entire culture that they were meant to abandon. Whitey had to show ’em who was boss, right off the bat. What “better” — more traumatizing, more scarifying — way to do it than to just hack off their hair?
Well, I suppose it was a little bit more humane than smallpox-infested blankets. But still.
When I think of that, and then look at the Native people around me — and I live not far from the Alderville reserve — I’m amazed that there is anything left of the old ways at all. But like the last remnants of the tallgrass prairie here in Ontario, they still stubbornly survive. It isn’t much, but somehow it’s enough to keep going on.
And now, with Idle No More on the rise — and not only among Natives — it’s obvious that the days of conciliation and accommodation are over. And I’m glad of that. I don’t like seeing people being forced to accept oppression in any way, shape or form. I was bullied as a kid, so I have an idea of how that feels. I know what it means to wish you could fight back, if only you weren’t so alone. I’m glad when I see the victims of bullying band together, turn around, and fight back.
And they ARE fighting back. They are fighting back in a big, albeit peaceful, way.
The other day, the CN rail lines between Toronto and Montréal were blockaded. I only knew it was over when I looked out the window and saw the first VIA trains moving again. It takes a LOT of people power to block off a major rail line like CN, and in such a busy corridor. They must have inconvenienced hundreds of holiday travelers, who only wanted to carry on their New Year’s revelry uninterrupted. But they made their point, and then let them go on. No one was hurt or harmed; they just had to cool their heels for a few hours.
And, let’s face it, the mere discomfiture of some privileged white folks is nothing compared to what the Natives have suffered for these past four centuries here. It is nothing compared to what the woman who survived that racist rape has suffered. It is nothing compared to what happened to the Native women kidnapped and killed by Robert Pickton, or those who disappeared off the Highway of Tears. It is nothing compared to what has gone on for literal years out on the Prairies, where an intoxicated Indian of either sex can get dragged off the streets of Saskatoon by the local police, taken to some remote place beyond the outskirts, and simply left to die of exposure.
This all has happened, and not long ago, either. For all I know, it could still be going on. Police racism is a fact in Canada. It is what kept the Highway of Tears from being properly policed, and the Downtown East Side of Vancouver. It was what sent Donald Marshall to jail for more than a decade for a murder which had been committed by a white man named Roy Ebsary. The cops who put him away were blatantly racist; their attitude was that the only good Indian was a dead Indian. Sending him to the penitentiary was as good as a death sentence, since that sort of thing has a terrible effect on the mind of an innocent person. Donald Marshall was never the same again.
One might say that they sent him off to residential school.
One might say similar things about the as-yet-unnamed thugs who assaulted this Native woman, and all the others like her.
And one really ought to say the same about our Conservative politicians, who are currently trying their hardest to ignore a Native woman to death.
Well, if Chief Theresa Spence dies, there will be no end of uproar. They will not have killed the pesky Injun in anyone. They will have awakened that person in all of us, and not only those of indigenous descent. We will ALL be Indians on that day.
And good fucking luck trying to ignore THAT.
PS: This just in…the Grope & Flail has covered the story. And who got them to do it? My friend Brenda. Verbatim, from her Facebook page: “I am pleased to report that The Globe and Mail’s national editors kept their word. First thing this morning, I emailed them (in my capacity as a publicist) to ask them to please cover this very important story – and included all of the details I had gathered. The article was just published online 20 minutes ago – and should be in your morning newspaper tomorrow. Yes!”

Would sure be embarrassing if that were a Pirelli. Happy New Year, folks…and let’s hope you get luckier than this dawg.
…the Apocalypse is on, after all. With a few months’ delay.
Yes, that’s right…Kimye hath spawned.
But don’t worry; as is the wont of little old ladies everywhere, three fabulous grandmas have come to save us all:
There ya go. As long as we have the Internets, this tiny scion, this little Reese’s peanut-butter cup of overblown egotism and talentless vapidity, is gonna grow up knowing exactly what his mom’s sole claim to fame and fortune is. And that she’s a lousy lay, to boot.
Happy New Year!
In honor of Chief Theresa Spence, now in the third week of her hunger strike. The kind of devotion it takes to live for your land and die for your people is as formidable as it is inspiring.

Y’okay. So I decided not to do a wankapedia this week; too much holidaying made it feel kind of wrong. And since it’s the end of the year, and it’s a good time to get general disgust off one’s chest before starting afresh, I decided to rechannel my bile a bit and unpack a few things, instead of individual people. The wankapedia will return next year (ha ha, geddit?). In the meantime, please enjoy this end-of-year conceptual shit-list, with my compliments.
1. Using “curate” in reference to anything outside of an actual art gallery or museum. It’s pretentious as fuck, and it’s been over-used…and not only this year, but for the past couple of years. Every two-bit dilettante now thinks they’re a fucking artiste. Now hear this: You don’t get to “curate” makeup samples, creepshots, food, or anything else that isn’t actual art, created by actual artists. Curation involves a whole lot more than just gathering a bunch of stuff together in an album, a box, or a Pinterest page. It involves research, education, and active engagement with those who come to see an exhibit. You can collect, collate, compile, whatever, but unless you actually work for a gallery and hold the job title of curator, you don’t curate a goddamn thing. You’re just throwing shit together. Capisce?
2. Twee. Another over-used word. What the fuck does it even mean, anyway? It sounds like someone trying to say tree with a speech impediment. Or is it a tweed that’s not made of good, new wool? It seems to be some kind of putdown for anything that’s cute. Or too cute for somebody’s liking. The ironic thing is, it sounds exactly like that whenever someone uses it; they get the cutesy-wootsiest widdle sneery-weerie when they utter it, and that’s undoubtedly counterproductive. I think it means cupcakes with pink icing and candied violets on top, and you know what? I would so fucking eat that, regardless. Since when is cuteness a crime? (And, that said: I’m also kind of partial to definition #3, which is cute, here.)
3. The lazy use of ironic and irony. Those words, they do not mean what you think they mean. And that IS ironic. So don’t use them when what you really mean is sarcastic or snarky, or sarcasm or snark. You want REAL irony? Read O. Henry, you dullard.

4. Drop-crotch pants. Apparently they’ve been around for a few years; the wonder is that they exist at all. They are hideous. Dropped waists were bad enough; now everything’s migrating so far south that pretty soon we’ll all be forced to trip over what essentially amounts to shorts around our ankles. Whatever happened to waistbands that sit on the natural waist, and crotches that sit on the natural crotch? I guess clothes that fit are no longer a thing. And how about that Justin Fucking Bieber wearing a pair of pants with both a dropped waist AND a dropped crotch? The waist was just barely hanging on his scrawny little hips, and the seat hit just above his knees. He looked like an oversized toddler in a loaded diaper. I felt like tossing him a box of baby wipes. (On second thought, I might need those for my eyes.)
5. Rape culture. No, not the phrase itself, but what it stands for. It is a thing, it is terrifyingly pervasive, and it is to be killed with fire. Especially after it cost two women their lives, this past week, in India alone.
6. The word “mangina”. It means absolutely nothing, because it was made up by right-wing trolls with rats up their dickholes. (See also “misandry”. Also not a real word.) I can only infer from the contexts in which I’ve seen it used that it’s supposed to be some kind of putdown for real, decent guys who treat women as friends, colleagues, comrades and equals, instead of slaves, sex toys, and chattel. In which case, putdown FAIL, because those are the guys that end up getting all the chicks the whiny misogynists are too busy sitting around hating on to actually bother trying to win. (Trying to win a woman over = “supplicating”, in their jargon. No, I’m not kidding. They have a whole ‘nother vocabulary, those guys.)

7. Constantly substituting “rock” for wear. It’s meant to make the most mundane outfit sound impressive. It doesn’t. What’s wrong with simply WEARING a potato sack? Why do you have to “rock” it? Unless you’re swaying hard from side to side or noodling away on a guitar while wearing it, you’re not rocking a goddamn thing.
8. Totes are large bags for carrying all your earthly goods, up to and including your kitchen sink. I have no idea what the fuck “amazeballs” are, and I don’t want to know.
9. In fact, sticking –balls on the end of anything is a sure way to make yourself sound fuckingballs idioticballs.
10. Pickup “artists”. Note the quotes. Especially the ones who wear douchey getups to catch women’s attention. And the ones who think rape is a kind of game. No, I’m not kidding. What they do is neither an art nor a science, although they borrow liberally from the vocabularies of both to try to advance their lucrative scam industry. They will NOT help you find a lasting relationship; in fact, their manipulative tactics are an active hindrance to finding real love, because they rely on you constantly playing head games and trying to “program” a human being like a robot. (Women HATE that. Trust me. I’ve been yoinked around by my own share of manipulative males, and not one of them will ever get me back.) They are a real scourge, and they have spawned on the Internets. Worse, they’re cross-pollinating with #11. They have already precipitated a massacre. Stop the motherfuckers before they spawn again!

11. “Men’s rights” activists. Note the quotes. As you may have guessed, rights have fuck-all to do with their mercifully puny (bowel) movement. Their entire agenda consists of misogyny and the fight for “lost” (again, note the quotes) privileges that no man should ever have had in the first place. Such as the “right” to get off with a slap on the wrist (if that!) for abusing women and children, the “right” to be a deadbeat dad, the “right” to force women to play incubator/unpaid domestic servant/sex toy/slave/what-have-you, and, oh yeah, even the “right” to kill women with impunity for any perceived infraction against proper, submissive femininity. If they were Muslims or anything else not white and Christian, they’d be called “honor criminals”, and the right-wing nutters would be baying for their blood. As it stands, they ARE right-wing nutters, full of racist and xenophobic ideas as to why they’d rather marry anything but a fellow North American. And, when their little fantasy of the submissive foreign mail-order bride goes kaplooey, as it so often does, they want the “right” to imprison her in their homes and/or dispose of her remains without the pesky authorities catching wind. May they all swim nude in piranha-infested waters as part of one of their dipshit “manhood” rituals, and may the fish eat them genitalia first.
12. Dorky chicks who play up to the dudes from either of the above categories, usually because they’re insecure and need approval in the worst way. You can usually tell them by their mating call: “I’m not a feminist, BUT…” If you recognize yourself in that, then fucking stop it, because you’re not helping anyone. Least of all yourself. Grow a spine and don’t worry so much about what the shallow end of the man-pool thinks. It’s amazing how fast your relationships improve when you realize that you’re a person, not a doormat. And when you start to act accordingly.

13. The Rules. Germane to #12: Has any relationship ever gone bust simply because a woman broke a few (or all) of these regurgitated bits of 1950s tripe on how to manipulate your man? Not a single proven instance of that exists — largely, I suspect, because all the guys worth having aren’t consulting manuals full of outdated advice on What To Look For In A Lady. Just as all the women worth having aren’t doing the same with How To Catch A Man. In fact, if there is one thing all truly happy relationships seem to have in common, it’s that they got that way WITHOUT The Rules. But guess whose didn’t do so well, in spite of several books of Rules and all? Oh yes. Oh dear!
14. That fucking “local mom” who’s discovered every $5 secret, from how to get whiter teeth to how to flatten your stomach to how to lose your wrinkles without Botox. Whoever the hell she is, why doesn’t she find a $5 cure for CANCER, instead? And, more to the point: How about you lazy ad-agency fuckers coming up with a new nonexistent “local” person to hawk snake oil? I’m not a mom, and I don’t think motherhood should be either a prerequisite to success OR an impediment to it. Also, I don’t believe in snake oil. PS: Ha, ha.
15. The NRA. For reasons all too obvious, obviously.
16. And Bushmaster, too. For playing so blatantly to male insecurity, you DESERVE to fail.

17. Saying “reach out” when you simply mean talking to someone. It implies that you’re coming across a vast canyon just to say a few lousy words. Whenever someone uses that phrase inappropriately, I imagine them hanging off a cliff, scrabbling for a grip on the nearest clump of weeds, and screaming desperately for help with one hand outstretched. Which is usually nowhere near the case. Stop trying to inject more heartfeltness into an ordinary conversation/query/interview attempt/whatever than there actually needs to be, goddamn it.
18. Nice Guys™. No, not actual nice guys, but the kind who merely style themselves as such so as never to have to get over their entitled douchebag selves. These guys can’t actually BE nice, just for niceness’s own sweet sake. Their “nice” is full of ulterior motives, and as soon as you make clear that you’re not properly impressed (by their definitions, not yours), it drops off and you’re left looking at their real, scabrous nature, which is all “Bitch slut whore, why you no sex me???” Some of these prize specimens now even have their own dedicated Tumblr, so women looking for love online know enough to stay away from them (and get a few free laffs in the process). I’m sure there will soon be others.
19. Germane to #18, any dude who bitches about getting “friendzoned”. Yo, dude? If you don’t like having women for friends, then don’t! Assuming that they owe you something just because you were kind to them (with ulterior motives) is not how a real friend behaves. And getting pissed at them for only being nice right back at you (as opposed to romantic and/or sexual) is pretty damn unfriendly, too. Be glad you have a friend, or…

…you could end up like this guy. Forever Alone and not even wondering what it is about him that frightened the ladies off, because he’s too busy ranting at them like some fucking whackjob off Craigslist or wherever.
20. And the flipside of #19: dudes who “just want to be friends”…i.e., they dump you because they don’t want to be in a serious committed relationship, but then turn around and want you to be on call for whenever they’re alone, and they’re horny, and no one else is picking up the phone. That ain’t friendship, either. It’s just more of that old demon, Entitlement. For all we know, they too are Men of the Dreaded Satanic Friendzone. You know, the ones always kvetching about how no female friend ever wants to sleep with them. (Gee, I wonder why.)
21. YOLO. Aside from the fact that it’s bullshit (ask me about those three past lives in which I got burned at the stake!), it’s also an excuse to engage in deepest, darkest stupidity…which, in turn, leads to a drastically shortened lifespan. If one life is indeed all you get to live (and, happily or not, it isn’t), why go for the Darwin Award?

22. Germane to #21: AGEISM. No, that’s not a perennially trending bullshit acronym. It’s a perennially trending bullshit concept. It sells a lot of snake oil. (And it wrecks a lot of faces, too.) I know it’s never fashionable to be glad you’re a crotchety old lady, but I am, because I’ve outgrown a lot of bullshittery, and the air up here at the top of the hill is so much better.
23. Fifty Shades of Grey. Unsexy “erotic” fanfic of terrible teen vampire series written to make abstinence look like the hottest foreplay EVER. Someone, please, drive a stake through the heart of all that.
24. Sex discrimination. It’s just been ruled legitimate grounds for firing in Iowa, at least if you’re female, attractive, younger than your male boss, and your tight pants are constantly giving him hard-ons. This means that the law, at least in Iowa, now officially recognizes that the onus is on working women to discourage unwanted sexual attentions or else lose their jobs, even if they see their boss as a father figure and have zero interest in wrecking his oh-so-Christian marriage. Fear the bulge, ladies. Fear. The. BULGE.

25. Anti-gay “conversion therapy”. Note the quotes. This is NOT therapy. It is fuckery, it does not work, and it only serves to screw up gay kids, leaving them maladjusted and often suicidal. Any other form of therapy would be stopped if patients died, so why is this one getting a free pass?
26. Stochastic terrorism. Also known as “doxing with a death threat”. It’s what cost Dr. George Tiller his life, and it’s also what some gun nuts are now trying to do to a certain newspaper editor for putting together a harmless map showing where some people with gun permits live. It’s also massively unfuckingcool, people. And here in Canada, it can get you a hate-speech trial and jail time. Not surprisingly, this shit flies mainly south of our border, where some people interpret freedom of speech to include publishing pictures of other people’s kids to intimidate the parents, and uttering hideously hyperbolic death threats with a phony “ha ha, just kidding” attached.
27. Internalized misogyny. The only thing worse than a man who hates women is a woman who agrees with him. And who furthers the misogyny by way of disinformation.

28. Amateur climatologists. It just snowed, therefore global warming isn’t happening! Hurr hurr. And what about the Little Ice Age, huh? HUH? Yeah, what the fuck about all that. Unfortunately for all these cutesy theoriettes, real climatologists have more to say than right-wing global warming deniers, and all of it just flies right over the latter’s simple little heads.
29. Antivaxxers. No, vaccines won’t weaken your immune system/cause autism in your child/turn your teenage daughter into a raging slut/etc. But believing the antivaxxer hype WILL make you stupid. Truly, madly, deeply stupid.
30. Fascism, both with swastikas and without (“libertarianism”). I trust I need not explain this one, eh?
31. Okay, one more: CAPITALISM.

And last but not least: Bucket lists. Also known as “Things to do before you die”. Or a longer-term variant on New Year’s resolutions. Or just a moronic list of irrelevant shit you might want to do right now before you die, but then totally forget about when something more interesting comes up, or real life intervenes. Some people even presume to write them for others, telling them everything from the general “how to lead an awesome life” stuff to how many kinds of sex you should have at least once. I don’t have one. I have a fucket list, and this is it.
Good night, and get fucked…until next year. Ha, ha.

The other night, a Facebook friend had this link up on his wall. It’s a poem by Tony Guerrero, one of the Cuban Five, a group of antiterrorist agents jailed in the US as spies. Despite all talk of a War on Terror, it seems that if you try to fight terrorism coming from the US, you get dragged through kangaroo court in Florida and imprisoned. (The CIA doesn’t like people counteracting its terrorist schemes to control Cuba, you see.)
But the Cuban people are fighting for their own freedom, and it doesn’t come from the places that advertise themselves loudest as beacons of liberty. And even in prison, one of them has come out to say as much:
Dear friends:
Last night, while most people here were watching TV, I sat down to write a poem in my cell.
These verses were born, which I give you all as a gift, and most especially my brothers, in these days when people customarily give special gifts.
Simple Freedom
Simple freedom, sustained by dreams,
love of just one face, seen on the Moon.
Simple freedom, without bridles or masters,
free like nothing.The simple freedom of the nameless summit
where night falls, buried in its lance.
The simple freedom in which man plants
magical hope.Simple freedom, like the swallow
which strives to fly until it loses its wings.
Simple freedom under the sky and the ruins,
surrounded by bullets.Simple freedom like the spring
singing to life, defying death.
Simple freedom, fiction of a border
against bad luck.Simple freedom, birthing and rebirthing
cities, streets, houses, books, songs, struggles.
The simple freedom with which you go knowing
that your weapons are many.Simple freedom, oh, face of love!
In the skin of the Moon it seems I can see you.
Simple freedom, feeling and honor
that they cannot take away from you.
Translation mine.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to preserve the rhythm or the rhyme scheme of Tony’s words. The imagery isn’t easy to sustain in English either. But I hope you get the general idea.
I’m pretty sure the real Stephen Harper can’t dance at all, let alone do Psy’s horsey-riding gallop step. Fortunately, Craig Lauzon CAN. And he can do the Robot, too.