If anyone can get me this for Christmas, I will love you for. fucking. ever.
If inaccessible, Joe the Plumber's memoir will do as a (unworthy) substitute.
If inaccessible, Joe the Plumber's memoir will do as a (unworthy) substitute.
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It says far too much about me that I am working very hard to restrain myself from twirling on my stool and sealclapping at work while reading an exchange on whether or not Obama getting the Nobel Peace Prize indicates the End Times are upon us.
Bonus points for citing Left Behind as a credible source!
Bonus points for citing Left Behind as a credible source!
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Without meaning to, this post basically became a long-form essay on Western cultural appropriation of Eastern Asia sphere cultures in American comics, the nature of costumed superheroes as a media commodity, and why exactly I hate the Great Ten and what they represent.
( 'It’s like English-Chinese food, take away the spices and add sweet-sour flavour.' )
( 'It’s like English-Chinese food, take away the spices and add sweet-sour flavour.' )
The Necronomicon: Now with companion volume.
States besides Alabama make me want to strangle state representatives: MO Rep Cynthia Davis to low-income children on free meals: "Hunger can be a positive motivator. What is wrong with the idea of getting a job so you can get better meals? Tip: If you work for McDonald’s, they will feed you for free during your break."
Thank goodness I voted against this asshole, though my parents probably voted for her (She represents my parents' White Flight St. Louis suburb.)
Words I could do without seeing in print: "BAMAzing" and "un-BAMA-lievable!"
States besides Alabama make me want to strangle state representatives: MO Rep Cynthia Davis to low-income children on free meals: "Hunger can be a positive motivator. What is wrong with the idea of getting a job so you can get better meals? Tip: If you work for McDonald’s, they will feed you for free during your break."
Thank goodness I voted against this asshole, though my parents probably voted for her (She represents my parents' White Flight St. Louis suburb.)
Words I could do without seeing in print: "BAMAzing" and "un-BAMA-lievable!"
For some reason, I have been buying all of my books from the Dollar Tree lately, as a large chunk of their stock caters to my interests. These books have also been rather good overall.
I sense this says questionable things about my taste.
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Having been stuck around politicians all of yesterday (see large digression), I have determined the differences between local, state, and national politicians.
Large Digression: Working my way through listening to every. single. gubernatorial. candidate, followed by a fucking two hour city council meeting with a half-hour of lawyer maneuvering bullshit that moved her case nowhere yet she would not shut the fuck up. Not even Councilman 3’s unnatural Blazing Carrotman Tan* could distract me anymore. When I tried to vent my frustrations in my notebook, I ended up with OHMYFUCKI*scribbescribblenolongercapable
( Deep, astute thoughts. )
At least the lady who thinks demonic forces have possessed the city council appeared to not be in attendance.
*You ought to see his tan on public access TV! In fact, you should watch his public access TV show! His audience might plateau at 10 people as long as none of his relatives croak! He can't stop talking with exclamation points! Whenever he's in his natural state of fake!pleased, all of his sentences are punctuated with happy exclamation points! Except when he's angry, where in all of his sentences are punctuated with incredulous exclamation points!
I sense this says questionable things about my taste.
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Having been stuck around politicians all of yesterday (see large digression), I have determined the differences between local, state, and national politicians.
Large Digression: Working my way through listening to every. single. gubernatorial. candidate, followed by a fucking two hour city council meeting with a half-hour of lawyer maneuvering bullshit that moved her case nowhere yet she would not shut the fuck up. Not even Councilman 3’s unnatural Blazing Carrotman Tan* could distract me anymore. When I tried to vent my frustrations in my notebook, I ended up with OHMYFUCKI*scribbescribblenolongercapable
( Deep, astute thoughts. )
At least the lady who thinks demonic forces have possessed the city council appeared to not be in attendance.
*You ought to see his tan on public access TV! In fact, you should watch his public access TV show! His audience might plateau at 10 people as long as none of his relatives croak! He can't stop talking with exclamation points! Whenever he's in his natural state of fake!pleased, all of his sentences are punctuated with happy exclamation points! Except when he's angry, where in all of his sentences are punctuated with incredulous exclamation points!
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brown_betty's request, Spittake Warning.
It's great to know that the real reasons gay marriage make no sense boil down to four simple obligations inherent to opposite marriage:
- Opposite marriage is really all about "the protection of females from rape, degradation, and concubinage." Furthermore, "protecting and controlling the sexuality of the child-bearing sex" is the "only true reason" for the existence of opposite marriage.
- Opposite marriage protects a society from incest and miscegenation.
- Opposite marriage ensures that "licit" sex between a couple is valued, "without social disapproval of unmarried sex--what kind of madman would seek marriage?"
- Opposite marriage "defines the end of childhood, sets a boundary between generations within the same family and between families, and establishes the rules in any given society for crossing those boundaries."
For you see, straight men suffer under this system. Suffer!
(Possibly the best bit of all this is the ad running across the bottom: Palm Springs, it appears, welcomes gay couples.
Oh GoogleAds, you are a wonderful font of ironic juxtapositions.)
brown_betty's request, Spittake Warning.It's great to know that the real reasons gay marriage make no sense boil down to four simple obligations inherent to opposite marriage:
- Opposite marriage is really all about "the protection of females from rape, degradation, and concubinage." Furthermore, "protecting and controlling the sexuality of the child-bearing sex" is the "only true reason" for the existence of opposite marriage.
- Opposite marriage protects a society from incest and miscegenation.
- Opposite marriage ensures that "licit" sex between a couple is valued, "without social disapproval of unmarried sex--what kind of madman would seek marriage?"
- Opposite marriage "defines the end of childhood, sets a boundary between generations within the same family and between families, and establishes the rules in any given society for crossing those boundaries."
For you see, straight men suffer under this system. Suffer!
Can gay men and women be as generous as we straight men are? Will you consider us as men who love, just as you do, and not merely as homophobes or Baptists? Every day thousands of ordinary heterosexual men surrender the dream of gratifying our immediate erotic desires. Instead, heroically, resignedly, we march up the aisle with our new brides, starting out upon what that cad poet Shelley called the longest journey, attired in the chains of the kinship system--a system from which you have been spared. Imitate our self-surrender. If gay men and women could see the price that humanity--particularly the women and children among us--will pay, simply in order that a gay person can say of someone she already loves with perfect competence, "Hey, meet the missus!"--no doubt they will think again. If not, we're about to see how well humanity will do without something as basic to our existence as gravity.Oh, the pain! The horror! Surely you can understand how hard it is for him to preserve his wife's virginity and prevent our society from a rash of twincest.
(Possibly the best bit of all this is the ad running across the bottom: Palm Springs, it appears, welcomes gay couples.
Oh GoogleAds, you are a wonderful font of ironic juxtapositions.)
So, on LJ this post went under the SFRA Paper filter. However, because I am having a moment of supreme vanity and really like this post that much, I'm going to post it to DW unfiltered, though cut so as not traumatize f-lists (or people who don't particularly like theorizing). As I said there, there will be two posts based on thoughts which resulted from reading my reading Samuel "Chip" Delany's essay "Politics of Paraliterary Criticism" for my SFRA paper: one dealing with Engineering the Future and the current politics of Science Fiction and its production (i.e. Libertarianism), and another looking at the comics industry, its ongoing struggle with fitting and creating for itself a definition, and how all of this ties into the dislike, in some fannish corners, of the existing editorial teams.
( The Great Gilded Space Age. )
( The Great Gilded Space Age. )
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