Now I officially want Sally Field to adopt me. (prior to this it was unofficial)
That's not totally fair. Some are also anti-women.
Equating the death penalty with abortion and thus a fetus with a human is so, so very fallacious in so many ways that I just get a "DOES NOT COMPUTE" when someone tries. Isn't the extension of her argument that abortion = murder that miscarriage = suicide? Just STAHP.
The only time it's appropriate to talk about the death penalty and abortion is to point out the hypocrisy of the "Pro-Life" movement. A lot of politicians/supporters of "pro-life" bullshit support the death penalty and aggressive military measures overseas. Hence, they are not in fact "pro life" they are anti-abortio…
....seriously?
If you can't make that sentence sound like an asshole wrote it then you definitely sound like you can't afford it. There are more proper ways to make a statement and get your point accross, sir. Correct punctuation goes a long way too.
I posted last week but this is a situation that keep going and going so...
So you're wondering if the NBA fixed a series between two of the smallest markets in the league, whose combined TV revenue doesn't touch what Miami brings in, but let the Heat beat the Bobcats in four? And that they did this not via terrible refs or similar, but by simply convincing all of the Pacers players to…
Assholes tearing down writers writing about writers are worse than death.
This has nothing to do with writing, but I would be remiss if I did not share my Gary Smith anecdote.
In college, my best friend dated Gary's daughter. We were driving through town to pick up his daughter on the way to our final spring break destination. However, what we thought was a simple hello and goodbye turned…
"What I don't like is that as Facebook currently exists, there's no way to designate that the owner of a profile has died. And the site isn't currently separating the dead from the living at all."
ALSO: his ex-wife is named Gay. He was part of a couple called Gay and Butch Otter.
I want a live kitten to be kept continually lying on my naked belly. Not even for the shits - just for the giggles!
So, a juvenile raven died in a hole in our yard (we actually called a wildlife guy when it was alive in the hole, and they told us to leave it in the hole, and then it died.) We were kind of bummed about it, but my husband filled in the hole, because we thought it made sense. Well, NOT TO THE FUCKING BIRDS. They HATED…
I had been trying to explain that my train kept getting stopped because of an absolutely crazy month of interruptions by folks like this gent, and she never believed me.
I walked into her office and announced, "A man threw poop on me. I'm late because they stopped the train for half an hour to corral him."
I still don't…
. . . so, did you talk to your boss about it? "Oh, hi, boss. Nothing to see here, after what you said about being late to work I knew going home to change wasn't the right choice! Thanks for your inspiring leadership!"
He started having a low-level psychotic episode and flailed around the car threatening to kill people. (SF commuters are notoriously slow to react/respond.)
I don't remember anything particularly exciting after that, except that I got hit with a poop-bomb and was late for work. My boss had been on me about not blaming…