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It does. But I think November will bring hope. Lets wait and see.

I owe you thanks. No doubt about it. Many thanks. <3

Yeah, it happens. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. Been around the Jezeblock a few times. :P

I am convinced that things are getting better. That our next generation will be better than our last. That misogyny will not die out in the world in ours or our childrens’ lifetime, but that the lives of our daughters and sisters and nieces will be better in the days ahead than the stock version of their lives in 2016.

Indeed it does. And sometimes there’s no coherent response. :(

Feel free to dismiss “That is Not Ironic”, he is clearly a troll. I’ve never seen you EVER post anything abusive to anyone.

I’ve followed Chritter’s comments for literally YEARS. He’s good people. You’re being an asshole and you have no idea what you’re talking about. Stop it.

OK this is a weird thing that I have yet to explain. In 1986 we bought our first house. It was about 50 years old. I hung a bunch of photos in frames that I bought brand new, had never used before. I never took the pictures out of the frames once they were hung. Moved out after some time and packed the photos. I got

OK, I am a total science geek, no belief in the supernatural or anything. But I used to hang out with my friend Allen in high school. He would complain about his house, which his mother had filled full of antiques, because he thought that they brought “spirits” with them. I always told him he was full of shit. Until

I once lifted up my mattress to adjust the fitted sheet. On the bed frame below I found a soft but not decaying jalapeno. My SO denied putting it there, and no way I would bring fresh produce into the bedroom, much less waste a jalapeno by tucking it under my bed. Am I the Princess and the jalapeno?! Did a witch put

I had the Sight a couple of times as a kid, and it really freaked me out. We were at the cottage getting ready to go somewhere, and we needed to find my sister’s sweater. Someone found it. NBD. Then I experienced the same thing a second time, and thought “oh, this is what they mean by deja vu”. The third time I

Ok. Here’s mine. Quija Board story, unoriginal I know, but TRUE, and I was like 16.. I was with a group of girlfriends (the makeout kind, not just the friend kind)and some of us were upstairs and some of us were downstairs with the board. Two of us asked it a few random questions and then got to business on real

Can I tell my Dad’s story? I was there when it happened. I went to a catholic college, and there were reportedly priests buried around campus, this is an important fact, because like The Great Gonzo playing Dickens says; that one fact you must remember, or nothing that passes will seem wonderous. It was parents

This happened to my dad. Years ago he was driving on a reservation in New York during midwinter ceremonies in December. As he was driving, he saw a white ball floating on the side of the road. It was going fast and he followed it. It came to the building where there was ceremonies and went in. He heard later it was a

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Yes, he has been using “Knot” lately, dunno if he still is. I follow him so it’ll be in my list, but I follow hundreds of names so... wait, are those things alphabetized? I’ve never looked at it.

*nods*

You ain’t welcome ‘round here.

IT’S NOT RELIGION. IT’S MISOGYNY. YEAH I’M SCREAMING AND I’M GOING TO KEEP SCREAMING. MEN HATE US. WHETHER THAT TAKES A RELIGIOUS FACE OR A SECULAR FACE, THAT’S THE PROBLEM. OR ARE YOU GOING TO TELL US HOW LUCKY WE ARE BECAUSE OUR LOVERS/HUSBANDS KILL US INSTEAD OF OUR BROTHERS AND FATHERS (WHO ONLY STOPPED DOING IT,

I hate men.