“I didn’t do the research, like Charity Watch did, but I strongly FEEL that the Red Cross is better than the Clinton Foundation. I reject your reality and substitute my own.” Gaaah!

But she didn’t know he was doing that. The assumption the Post is making is that “she should’ve known that leaving her husband alone with their child was a dangerous situation”— which is total complete and utter bullshit.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

See also: “I can’t come drinking tonight, bro— the wife’s sick, so I have to babysit”.

Whoa— is your quote from an earlier edition of that blog article today, or something? I just read it, and that same paragraph ends in a much worse way:

Counting up all the chunks of misogyny I swallowed, internalized, and declared myself “ok with that” back in my teens & twenties - - ugh!! How ever did I manage to gobble so much of it?? Defense mechanism + the background radiation of the culture, I guess.

It’s normal for kids to vote as their parents vote, for their first election or 2. Your parents are your filter for grownup issues, so you tend to either parrot them or do the exact opposite just to irritate them. Kids are funny.

It’s common for women who like large dicks to masturbate with large dildoes.

Right? *I* care about her experiences! Because she was THERE!

Right? FInally, a voice that’s older than 30 around here!

PREACH!

Srsly, that’s just my list of icebreakers at awkward parties where I don’t know anyone.

That’s a good one— because they’re the ones usually spouting the “wake up, sheeple” and “you just believe whatever the lamestream media tells you” lines. So, telling THEM that they only believe their wackadoodle talking-point because That’s What They Want You To Think, hoo boy, doesn’t that burn their toast!!

Family gatherings are generally exempt from the “polite” label, though, which is why the political discussions get so ugly (esp when fuelled by alcohol).

“Um, I gotta go braid my leg-hair. Sorry, bro, that shit waits for no man.”

You can come to my family’s Thanksgiving! I’m lucky that both parents & both sisters (AND their spouses) are all ragin’ libturds. We have such fun trashing the reichwing wackadoodles who aren’t there to mess up our good time.

“You’re allowed to hate whatever you want— just keep it to your goddamn self, keep it out of my face, and keep it out of our laws.”

WAT

My grandpa, very craftsy guy, made a picture-frame out of an old toilet-seat, put a picture of Bill Clinton inside it, and painted the words “THE OVAL OFFICE - GOD HELP US” around the rim of the toilet-seat. Because a toilet-seat is oval, see. He loved his own cleverness! And oh how he thought Clinton was the…

I love when people try to call “backstabbing fakery” by the name of “Southern niceness” or “manners”. Ell-oh-ell. They think that since they say “bless your heart” to your face, instead of “fuck you”, that that equals “being nice”.