June is now my favoritist month

Still working on that Tiller post (maybe?), but the President’s proclamation of June as LGBT Pride Month has made me very, very happy.  I am especially happy that they chose to call it “LGBT Pride Month” instead of “Gay Pride Month.”  We got all the queers up in that mix!

But the thing that makes me happiest is that, despite all the setbacks the LGBT community has endured over the past few months, this is a huge step.  This would not have happened five or six years ago, even with a Democratic president.

The times are changing,  no matter how loudly those retrofuck assholes yell.

No more words.

Dr. Tiller was murdered at his church today.  I have already spewed out my fury and grief over Twitter and Facebook, probably offending at least one of my friends or members of my family in the process.

I may have more to say later, but right now, as a Kansan and a feminist, I am just sad and angry.

The definition of insanity.

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed was waterboarded 183 times in one month.   Abu Zubaydah was waterboarded 83 times.

Obviously, torture extraordinary interrogation techniques work really, really well, right?  I mean, they got actionable intelligence almost immediately, right?  There’s no way that the “information” that they received could just be the ramblings of an oxygen-deprived man who would say anything just to make it stop, right?

Demand accountability for this bullshit here.  Don’t forget that this was done in YOUR NAME and supposedly on your behalf.

Are right-wingers really just that fucking dumb…

or is this their idea of a joke?

I mean, it really could go either way.   Critical thinking skills aren’t exactly their strong suit, and they definitely fail at humor.

Oh, and while I may be a dirty hippie liberal commie McCommerson fascist McCommiepants who poops hammers and sickles and eats Christian babies for breakfast, I do believe in intellectual property rights and would like to give credit where credit is due, so:  ©Tennyson Hayes, www.galtslist.com.  Well, maybe I’m a little bit of a socialist, because I’m more interested in linking to the website because a bunch of impotent losers threatening to “go Galt” over a return to Clinton-era tax rates is is the second-funniest thing going on in Planet Wingnuttia these days.

The funniest thing, of course, is them  hysterically tea-bagging each other right and left.  I almost feel bad laughing at them, but then I remember that most of them pretty much hate me, my friends, and most of my family based on their fucked-up understanding of important shit, like, you know, reality and stuff.

Time to put aside childish things.

digby* posted about this article a couple of days ago, and I couldn’t help but notice this quote he highlighted:

“We have been miniaturized,” said Senator Olympia J. Snowe, a moderate Republican from Maine and a veteran of health care negotiations. “You have three talking points on a card. We are going to have to be taught and relearn the process, crack the notebooks.”

So, what you’re telling me, Lymps, is that I did more research and discussion in student congress when I was in high school on one-page resolutions involving legalizing marijuana and lowering the drinking age than you guys normally do on shit that actually, like, affects people?  Shit, man, a popularity contest among dorks was enough for me to bring at least my B+ game and I am motherfucking lazy (if you haven’t guessed).  I’d like to think that my congress would put in at least that much effort into discussing legislation. Don’t we deserve better than a few half-assed arguments on a notecard and some tired old talking points?

*You’re welcome, digby, for the added traffic that my blog will bring you.

What a crock of shit

One of the great things about Twitter (I suppose) is that I can follow Karl Rove and keep up with the bullshit du jour coming from the Republican party without having to visit Townhall or Redstate or any of that crap.  He posted this article on his Twitter profile about 20 minutes ago.

The President Has Become a Divisive Figure

This argument, of course, isn’t new.  They’ve been beating this sad, tattered little drum about bipartisanship for the last, oh, three months, but now they have a POLL, so it MUST BE TRUE that Obama is a divisive figure.

Hey, Karl?  Maybe it’s because you and your asshole buddies have been capitalizing on the Southern Strategy for the last 40 years and racheting up the rhetoric so that the racism and ignorance of your party has now reached fever pitch?  Didja think of that, genius?  Maybe this has nothing to do with Obama and everything to do with you and your sad, sad icon Lee Atwater.

Nah.  It’s never the Republicans fault, right???  Right.  In fact, they’re always the victims, right??? Right.

Willpower and commitment!

I am sadly lacking in both of these traits.  However, I wish I had at least one of them so that I could either:

1) lose the 20 pounds necessary* to fit into this dress, or

2) learn how to sew with some skill in order to make a version of the dress, or

3) BOTH!

*I’m not sure I’d fit into it anyway.  The shitty thing about vintage fashion is that their weren’t many women who were almost six feet tall back in the day, so it’s hard to find things in my size.  Fucking genes and good nutrition.  Assholes.

Every day is silent and grey…

I know you missed me.  I took a much-needed hiatus to rest my fingers from all the furious typing I’ve been doing to satisfy my readers’ demands for my brilliant writings.

Okay, not really.  I wasn’t lying when I said that I was lazy. I have plenty of ideas for posts, but I’m still working on them. And right now, all I want to do is look at pretty things.  So, taking a cue from my friend nadarine, I’m going to talk about things that I love and want but really shouldn’t buy.

I’ve been obsessed with grey lately and I’ve realized that I have very little of it in my wardrobe.  I want to make a concerted effort to phase out most of the black and replace it with grey because I think it looks better against my ghostly white skin.  There’s also something a little more modern about it–it can be used just like black but it’s so much softer and less conservative.  I have found about a million things in grey that I’d love to have, but below are some of my favorites.

The first are these boots, which I actually might get if I can make up my mind about them.  One side of my brain says “Hey, the only boots you have are galoshes.  You should spend money on a pair more practical. like those riding boots you’ve been imagining having for months,” but the other side of my brain says, “Grey suede!  YAAAAAAAAAY!”

I love 90% of the shit on Modcloth, but this dress is my current obsession.  It’s the perfect combination of girly and sexy.  

And, speaking of grey and Modcloth, I have been lusting after this coat for quite a while.

I am slowly but surely starting to love clutches (I always thought they were so impractical, but now I’m seeing the beauty in impracticality),  and I think this one is the perfect combination of vintage-looking, yet modern.  The best is that it’s handmade right here in the good ol’ USA!

Aaaaand, here’s a pair of shoes that the fashion mags would call an “investment,” except that you’re never going to recoup your money, much less make more money off them.  Though I think it may still be wiser to invest your $600 into shoes instead of the stock market right now.  Better to be broke and look good than just broke.  Beauty in impracticality, right?  RIGHT?

Join me next week when I talk about navy!  Ooooh, such a wardrobe risk-taker!

Happy inauguration day!

Phew.  We made it through the past 8 years mostly intact.  Let’s hope the next 8 years are much, much better!  America is a beautiful place today.

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http://voices.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2008/12/04/one_more_question.html

I may or may not say more about this when I have time, depending on if I really want to talk about it or not.  Let’s just say that it’s disappointing and I am writing an email to the Obama camp to urge that they, at the very least, make a public statement condeming Favreau’s actions.  Quite frankly, I’d rather see his frat boy ass fired.