This one’s for you, Constance McMillen

My best friend sent me this link, and writes:

Let’s see if I can state this clearly.

The courts said the lesbian’s rights were violated, but that it wouldn’t mandate the school host the prom since there was an alternative one being held by parents. (It wouldn’t mandate the school host so long as the alternative included same-sex couples.)

The school officials told the courts that the private prom being organized by parents would be inclusive of everyone.

(It wasn’t — it also excluded same-sex dates.)

The private prom people said “OK — you can come” but made it difficult for the lesbian to try and get a ticket — and even though she tried, she didn’t get a ticket.

The private prom has been cancelled as a result. (Fears of being sued.)

A pro-diversity group has stepped in and is hosting a prom where all are welcome. But of course the school and parents are doing their best to make sure the students feel the lesbian “ruined prom” (because a prom hosted by the wrong type of people would not be acceptable as we all know.)

I hope this young woman moves away to go to college where she can live among RATIONAL people!

Me too…hence the song. I’m thinking specifically of the line that goes “And I’m leavin’ Mississippi with the radio on…”

I hope that whenever Constance gets out of that southern-fried bigot-fest, she leaves with the radio on. And that she’s singing at the top of her lungs, and not looking back.

Chin up, little sister.

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A song for the day

No joke, this one’s good. Back in the day, these Torontonians opened for Rush. Word is they’ve recently reunited, too.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: Not really a bargain, is it?

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I have to ask: How damaged is “damaged”?

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Somewhere in Bogotá, El Narco is gnashing his teeth over this

Video in Spanish. Story by Aporrea:

Corporal Pablo Emilio Moncayo thanked the president of Ecuador, Rafael Correa; that of Brazil, Luis Inácio Lula da Silva, and of Venezuela, Hugo Chávez Frías, for securing his freedom after twelve years as a hostage of the FARC.

In his first speech as a free man, on Tuesday, in the airport of Florencia, Colombia, he also thanked the Colombians for Peace, Senator Piedad Córdoba, the Catholic Church, and the International Red Cross for their part in the liberation.

“I want to thank the president of Ecuador, Rafael Correa, for being the one to request this gesture of peace with the guerrillas. I also want to thank the president of Venezuela, Hugo Chávez, and of Brazil, Lula da Silva, for their leadership,” said Moncayo.

Moncayo also conveyed messages from his comrades still being held by the FARC.

“My colonel, Duarte, and my sergeant, Martínez, request that a non-governmental international aid organization help broker their freedom.”

He added that in his own time he will announce his decision whether or not to remain in the Colombian army.

“I’m proud to have worn my uniform the entire time, while having seen so many things, out of love for my beautiful Colombian people,” Moncayo said.

At the same time he called for the national authorities of Colombia to deepen their negotiations with the FARC, because the latter represent an important Colombian reality.

“I think the FARC guerrillas will not change the history of Colombia–they simply exist, they are a reality that can’t be denied no matter how much you want to. They seem invisible, but there they are,” Moncayo commented.

Corporal Moncayo is the second person unilaterally released by the FARC this year, as part of a process which is hoped to lead to humanitarian prisoner exchanges.

Translation mine.

Cpl. Moncayo is one of the more famous hostages formerly held by the FARC. His father, Gustavo, walked the length and breadth of Colombia in chains to protest the continued absence of his son, as well as the Uribe government’s continued unwillingness to engage in peace talks with the guerrillas; he became known as the “Peace Walker” for this activity. Until Uribe broke off the process, Moncayo and Ingrid Betancourt were to have been freed during Chavecito’s talks with the FARC commanders. Ingrid Betancourt was liberated in a covert operation that was widely trumpeted–and condemned by the International Committee of the Red Cross, who did not participate in the operation, but found their logo being used under false pretenses. When the truth about that one emerged, it was a black eye for Uribe.

He must be grinding his teeth to hear Correa, Lula and Chavecito praised here, but not himself.

PS: For more stuff to get El Narco’s clashers grinding, click here and scroll to the bottom to hear Moncayo saying you can’t deny the reality of the FARC.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: Do you get your birth control info from FUX Snooze?

If so, they just put something out there that’ll have all those pudgy caffeine freaks guzzling themselves into diabetic oblivion:

No, it’s not the part about the swine flu or the vitamins. It’s the sodie-pop! Guys are killing their sperm counts with it…allegedly.

Yep, this is right up there with the old urban legend about douching with Coke.

Tune in next week, when the FUX Snoozers definitively link aspartame with Gulf War Syndrome. Or maybe not.

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Quotable: Philip Pullman on censorship vs. free speech

A far more articulate and interesting author, I daresay, than the Coultergeist will ever be. And with more of worth to say on the subject in a minute than she will have said in all her unnatural lifetime. Watch and learn, people.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: Craigslist sure attracts the weird ones

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I don’t know about you, but a part of me just recoiled in dread. (I’ll leave it to you to guess which part.)

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Short ‘n’ Stubby: Here come da ‘pocalypse!

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Yes, Ms. Manx is back…and all who have not been “saved” are going to have their souls eaten by the Cats! And by “saved”, I simply mean “educated in the use of the common sense their mamas gave them”. Assuming their mamas didn’t, which is surprisingly common in the Babylon to the south of us. Cases in point, coming right down…

Remember those infamous “Michigan Militia” groups of the Clinton era? They’re ba-ack, and one of them is now going by the inexplicable name of Hutaree.

Wikipedia says they’re not officially affiliated with the original goon squads, which disbanded around the time Clinton’s latter term was coming to a close, but then, who can tell? These groups are all clandestine and seemingly autonomous, so formal connections would be hard to prove. But they do talk amongst themselves; they meet at gun shows and other far-right-wing functions. And “inspiration” is easy to spot, as is influence. So I wouldn’t say that they’re not a metastatic form of the original Michigan mental-as-anythings.

And why does all this shit happen in Michigan? Probably for the same reason that Tim McVeigh was from Western New York, which sits just across Lake Ontario from where I am. There be rednecks in the northern states, yep. And they’re just as full of self-righteous grudgifyin’ as any bubba from down south. Hilariously, some of them like to think they are freedom and homeland defence. Riiiiiight. With those guts? A pregnant cow could outrun them, and a well-oiled government machine could just bulldoze them where they stand, if it ever came to an actual showdown with the “tyranny” they dread. They may as well arm themselves with water pistols. But hey, they’ve issued a statement claiming to be pleased with the peaceful arrests of these strange dudes, so I’ll give them credit for a little common sense, anyway. (That was one second of the two a day when these stopped clocks tell correct time, folks. Enjoy it while it lasts.)

Of course the Freeper Nazis, apparently none of whom work as Michigan cops themselves, think this is all just proof of how things have gone commie all of a sudden now that some niggruh is president. And that the country’s gone to hell in a handbasket now and only now. Where the fuck were they when Dubya took the country there, handbasket and all, and then left it for the next guy to clean up (which he’s not doing nearly fast enough, thanks to freaks like these)? Oh yeah: They were cheerleading for Dubya. Who of course could do no wrong, even when he was wrecking fucking everything.

There sure does seem to be a wave of Teh Crazy breaking across the US as of last week, when healthcare reform–very limited, very wimpy reform–finally passed. Alan Grayson’s five-year-old son picked up the phone only to hear a loony woman threaten his dad’s life (be sure you read the comments on that story, they’re full of loonies too. Some of whom appear to be paid operatives for the electoral campaign of Grayson’s Republican opponent.) Meanwhile, another true-believing wacko has threatened Eric Cantor, a Republican. Heaven only knows why. Perhaps because he wasn’t obstructionist enough?

So who are these Hutaree people, and what are they on about? Here’s a short primer. The leader’s ex-wife, who says he “has a temper”, “can get radical” and “wants things done his way”, is interviewed here. (Little Hitler and Mussolini Piccolomini leaders in “freedom-loving” toy armies–oh, the ironies of militia life!)

And when you’re done with all that, go visit Ms. Pale for further entertainment by the Father, the Son and the Holy Smoke. Apparently these rapturists think His Barackness is the Antichrist, and that this is the Tribulation, or some such. Nuh-unh…no rivers, oceans and fountains of blood. And no suddenly disappeared railroad engineers, streetcar motormen, or satanic zits from the Burny Place. Sorry, this is not the End Times. This is just another Great Disappointment!

Go home NOW, people, and put your guns away. You’ll shoot your eye out! And you have trouble enough seeing straight as it is, no thanks to the big insurance corporations who should be the real targets of your ire.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: People who should NEVER write about sex

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Jeezuschrist, what is it with right-wing men? Not only are they totally repulsive to look at, they’re also gross when it comes to sex. Somehow, you can just guess it from the way they write about the subject:

“Suddenly the pouting sex kitten gave way to Diana the Huntress. She rolled onto him and was somehow sitting athwart his chest, her knees pinning his shoulders. ‘Tell me, or I will make you do terrible things,’ she hissed.”

–Newt Gingrich, 1945

Cliché, cliché, vagueness, archaism, ouch factor, lame dialogue–in that order. That’s a lot of crappy to pack into just 39 words!

“At age ten the madam put the child in a cage with a bear trained to couple with young girls so the girls would be frigid and not fall in love with their patrons. They fed her through the bars and aroused the bear with a stick when it seemed to lose interest.”

–Irving Lewis “Scooter” Libby, The Apprentice

Kiddie porn, bestiality, unlawful confinement, major MAJOR yuck factor, vagueness (how does one arouse a bear with a stick, other than by poking the poor fella while he’s hibernating?) Also stretches credibility: A bear is far more likely to devour a child than hump her. And since when do prostitutes fall in love with their clients, anyway? Talk about totally extraneous. Libby, you are one sick bastard.

“Tsa Li froze, her lips still enclosing Rand’s glans.”

–G. Gordon Liddy, Out of Control

Mister Penis Head, me love you long time! All of Southeast Asia is just one big bordello to you guys, isn’t it. (Side note: Liddy’s head looks like a…well, guess.)

“Say baby, put down that pipe and get my pipe up.”

“I would like you to unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms. You can keep your shirt on.”

“Cup your hands under your breasts and hold them for ten seconds.”

“Off with those pants.”

–Bill O’Reilly, Those Who Trespass

Why do I get the awful feeling he’s said all those lame things and more in real life?

“She tried to scream. Then another hand rushed to her throat, discovered the top button of her jacket loosened as she had left it, and moved down to force the second button through the eye of her blouse. The hand forced its way under her blouse, moving down. Then the fingers were on her breast, slipping beneath her brassiere, and then pulling out, one hand hitting her throat as the other left her mouth.”

–Marlin Fitzwater, Esther’s Pillow

I’ll bet he wrote all of that one-handed, too. Fucking pervert.

And since the right is big on token women, let’s include one of theirs:

“The women who embraced in the wagon were Adam and Eve crossing a dark cathedral stage — no, Eve and Eve, loving one another as they would not be able to once they ate of the fruit and knew themselves as they truly were.”

–Lynne Cheney, Sisters

And this breathless tripe came out long before her daughter Mary did. Interesting. Makes me wonder if something doesn’t run in the genes after all.

I have only one thing to say to all these people: Please don’t ever write another word about sex. Nobody wants to do you anyway.

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Music for a Sunday: I, Isabella…

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