And the first dudebro who comes up in here all “well I’m pro-choice but” or “I think women should be able to get birth control through their insurance but” or “well it’s awful that women are being called sluts and stuff for standing up for themselves but” or says any other god damn thing that starts off decent and then gets a but something tacked on it gets banned. I give approximately less than or equal to zero fucks about your but. Vent that shit on your own blog/journal all you want. Stay the fuck out of my house with it.
No, seriously, can this please be what finally pisses enough people off to vote this smug catfucker out of office next time?
Late May: rear tire goes flat. Hole in tube is found and patched, foreign object is found and removed from tire, boot installed in tire.
November: rear tire goes flat. Another hole in tube is found and patched, another foreign object is found and removed from tire, another boot installed in tire.
Two weeks ago: rear tire goes flat. Tube and tire are removed, shitcanned, and replaced with self-sealing tube and Kevlar tire.
Today: A tire goes flat. Guess which one. Go on, guess.
If you guessed “the Kevlar fucking tire with the self-sealing fucking tube I just fucking put on this fucking bicycle,” go get yourself a cookie.
And of course I noticed this well after Aunt Boss, who drives a truck that could have gotten me and the bike home easily, had left. I ended up walking the two miles home, pushing the fucking bike. I put a little air in it when I got home, and there is a big enough hole that I could hear and feel air shooting out of it. I do not have the energy to deal with attempting to fix it tonight so I guess I’ll just be riding the racing bike tomorrow.
Judge Pat Priest sentenced DeLay to three years on the conspiracy charge and five years on the money-laundering charge. But the judge will allow DeLay to serve 10 years probation with community service on the laundering charge in lieu of the prison sentence, and the two sentences will be served concurrently.
And DeLay and his attorney are still going BAWWWWWW THIS IS SO NOT FAIR and breaking their Tinkertoys over that slap on the wrist.
So now, I guess women shouldn’t fly at That Time Of The Month because apparently, a pad is just one more place a bomb could be hiding.
So… I guess this one was just ~*doing his job*~ when he kidnapped a woman from an airport parking lot, took her home, and raped her?
And those of you who might feel like going “but safety” and “well ~*I*~ don’t mind the naked scanner/gropey patdown”: no1curr that you don’t mind strangers touching you or looking at your naked body.
You are not everyone. Some people have valid fucking reasons to not want strangers touching or looking at their bodies, up to and including “I simply don’t want strangers touching or looking at my body.”
Personally, if my choices are “allow a stranger at a remote location to look at a slightly blurry full-length naked picture of me on equipment that despite all the TSA’s handwaving certainly DOES allow images to be saved and transferred” or “allow a stranger to grab my breasts and crotch in front of God and everyone,” I’m never flying again.
And no, I give not a single fuck if the gropey screener is also female. There is a very short list of people who are allowed to touch certain parts of my body, and she is not on it. There is likewise a very short list of people who are allowed to see what my body looks like without clothing over it, and the dude at the console is not on it.
You’ll have to excuse me, after spending the last couple months raising money and otherwise doing things to help the Alzheimer’s Association and Texas Childrens’ Hospital and PFLAG and UNICEF I am just a tad miffed to see some overprivileged assholes begging for $25K that could and should go to someone who is actually going to do something that fucking helps people with it because they don’t want to pay out of their own pockets for their fucking Potter fanfic archive.
BRB, voting for ten proposals that aren’t FA.
(near verbatim repeat of comment on the rage_free post about this bullshit)
Us Ghostbusters spent today hanging out with sick kids at Texas Children’s Hospital. A little boy came up to get his picture taken with us and his mom gently prompted him to tell us his good news, which was that his bone marrow had started working again and I know at least two of us (myself included) almost lost it right there. That was the first child we talked to.
And now I come home and see this. How the fucking fuckety fuck can a grown-ass person do this to a dying child? I don’t get it. The boat left and I was not on the boat. I don’t have the capacity to understand this. I can’t even. I just don’t.