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F 2016, man. How many public “shootings” does this make, since, say, last Weds? I know of at least two others--without even having to do a search. But it’s controversial to discuss a domestic problem we know we could do something about.... :(

Am tragically unfashion-y, but the look & ‘tude of the Fenty stuff reminds me of early-80s fashion by Japanese designers--usually shown with styling one would only see on a runway or at an Andrew Crispo gallery opening.

My theory’s always been that she’s a carelessly disguised Teletubby (they’re not very smart, so she forgot to adopt a nom de guerre).

“I’m not dating a married human being.” -LaLa to Lisa

At one of my former companies it was flat-out verboten to provide references for former employees--& yep, the lame-o corporate reason was, lawsuits. Still, more than once, this gave me an honest cop-out. It was amazing how many nice-but-unimpressive interns/associates/etc (usually tangential work connections from

Aww; who’da thunk it?

The old IT apothegm, “only fools dare rush to install spanking-new system updates” isn’t nearly so powerful as the urge to say “YES” to authoritative dialog boxes, or the primitive instinct that urges even the wisest humans to try to “improve” stuff.

The Quiverful movement (the Duggar flavor of fundie), plus plenty of other “fringe”—& not-so-fringe—Bible Belt-ers uses women’s wombs as farms to bring forth brainwashed legions of Christian jihadis. Combine generations of baby-making with curriculum-tampering & home-schooling, the recent craziness seems inevitable...

“Sharing umbrellas is awesome.”

Indeed! I am so going to steal that phrase After all, we’re living in an era that might best be desribed as “Crazy Banana Pants”.

At least it’s Ye, & not mama. Facial expressions are awesome :).

Of course it was an “Emirjeta Xhelili...” Abused kids often fall into a sinister cycle & grow up to abuse partners or offspring; & x-gen minorities—whose own parents were denied employment, harassed, & told to “go ‘Home!’”—process their twisted inheritance of hate into a compulsion to pay it forward. Understandable,

As long as the “Woo Hoo” has nothing to do with Real Housewife Vicki Gunvalsen (sp?), am okay with this.

Okey.....

Is the concept of “voting with your feet” outdated? Coz, either you know enough to attend, or (as my 6th grade class did when we were subjected to an auditorium speech by a visiting nutcake-reactionary reverend) you walk out in silence to inform the speaker you aren’t on-board with the evil shit he’s spewing.

“You’ve honestly never seen a group of minorities acting obnoxious in an otherwise white-majority area?”

Aside from, uh, the fact that ppl make planned expeditions to ethnic neighborhoods & attempt to provoke residents by engaging in obnoxious, disrespectful, & deliberately offensive behavior?

Yep. Sorry, but regardless of who gets set upon, mob “justice” is fuc*d up. Period. There’s no conceivable positive outcome from this sort of oldene-dayes community prosecution. They need to step back, think, get lives, & ponder their own shortcomings.

Actually, the entire argument disturbed me, as well-known citizens have often—& effectively—participated in acts of conscientious non-violent protest. After all, most protests are designed to get the attention of the public, & the US sports world has an inspiring tradition of great athletes/great American citizens

The N Yorker piece on Ricky Jay-is a pleasant way to chase off any grims that might linger. Part of the story does recount Jay’s encounter with Copperfield, but the latter is just another over-paid, shallow wannabe in the world of professional magicians (he provides the author with a great foil for the undeniable aweso