You wanted to share the misery, admit it.
You wanted to share the misery, admit it.
The American incarceration rate is way to damned high right across the board. Locking up non-violent offenders, most mentally ill offenders, and addicts makes about as much sense as debtors prison. Of course, reform isn't going to happen as long as prisons are run for profit.
Shit, I bet her mother didn't even die!
My favorite story about All About Even. Celeste Holm, who really did have unyielding good taste, greeted Bette Davis with a perky "good morning," on their first day together. Bette's reply was to drawl, "Oh. Manners."
It's like being an atheist: you can share the views while being appalled at the "leaders." I put that in quotes because in both cases the leaders seem to be media-appointed.
That touching the hair thing is absolutely perverse. Just a quick "I can do this" and off he goes.
I sincerely hope they pay you by the peen.
Whatever turns you on.
I've heard so many dudes say that "women aren't visual" and "men's bodies are ugly anyway." How wrong they are. So wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
That is the most coherent explanation I've ever read.
I've read several accounts of people who worked with her that made me cry. Seriously, how fucking cruel can you be under the guise of piety?
It is truly perverse. Suffering is so beautiful when poor people do it, but she enjoyed the best care available while wasting donations.
It's hard to read Mother Teresa on suffering without wanting to vomit.
I'm so sorry you're going through this. I can only wish you strength and enjoyment of whatever time you have.
Well, it's like this: horrible suffering is a gift from god and should be accepted. A gold statue of a saint is a gift to god and that's just good manners. #diceytheology
There is no hatrack big enough for all the dickberets.
I totally support your quest to make "dickberet" happen.
Nice to see the spirit of the Inquisition is still alive. So few people care about traditions these days.
The sign stops tourists in their tracks.
Dear Mr. Limbaugh,