Owen.
I realize we’re back to tits, ass, and gratuitous pandering and self-promotion on Tumblr — and I’m all for it — but I’ve just hand-written my congressman a letter urging him to censure South Carolina Representative Joe Wilson for his outburst this evening. I realize our nation is founded on the principle of free speech, and Wilson certainly has the right to speak out against the President at any time, but with free speech comes responsibility, the same responsibility that Republicans urged dissenters to show when George W. Bush was lying to the American public about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
Joe Wilson is a reactionary asshole who should be treated with the contempt he showed for civility and government tonight. He should be forced by his peers to publicly apologize to the President. Anything else is unacceptable.
Rational president, let me show you him.Awesome.
I am delighted to say that I took that photo just moments ago.
”Haters die!” — karinanotcinerina
I promise, if President Obama pushes through healthcare reform, I’ll do the same thing in person (if the Secret Service agents will allow it) in public. And if he asks I’ll kiss his backside.
And after witnessing the behavior of Republicans tonight, I’ll never vote for another, not even on a local level. As I told someone earlier, if my only choices were a wildly drunken profligate Democrat and Republican Jesus Christ, I’d still vote Dem. I’ve had it with those intransegent bastards.
This isn’t a very good photograph. I snapped it in a hurry while testing the features of my new camera. But I am not yet jaded enough by technology to say I am not astounded that a box a little over half the length and width of a pack of cigarettes made this image and processed the special effects. If you had told me 30 years ago this would be possible, I’d have laughed out loud in your face. So, yes, I’m mesmerized by it. Lousy photo and all.
I cannot argue with that!via beatledude.files.wordpress.com
The ocean is a horrible place.
I would say the ocean is a mysterious place, or an unknown, unfathomable place, or a dangerous place for humans. Because it can be all of those and more.
But horrible?
I can’t remember the last time giant squid waged war on humans. Or the last time whales hunted people to near extinction. Of the handful of fish in the ocean that occasionally dine on human flesh, most rarely do — and then are demonized by the media as terrors of the deep. Yet commmercial fishers now travel farther and farther out to sea searching out schools that have not been overharvested.
I am inclined to believe squid and fish and aquatic mammals are more justified in saying the land is a horrible place, and that the two-legged creatures inhabiting it are monstrous murderers with very little regard for the well-being of aquatic life.
Read this on my Facebook wall - I love it - How does the so called “Religious Right” claim to follow someone that they’d obviously assassinate - either physically or through character smear tactics. (via thomthink)
Thom’s assertion is a bit of a stretch here — but I understand the sentiment behind it. What isn’t a stretch (and this infuriates me in ways I cannot adequately describe) is the recent equating by the so-called “Christian” right of Obama’s healthcare plan with socialism. In my city a Christianist organization has erected a billboard citing the Karl Marx quote, “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.” It then intimates that Obama is a Marxist for supporting national healthcare reform.
If this is true, the early Christian church was also Marxist. Consider Acts 4:32-35: “And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things in common. And with great power gave the apostles witness of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus: and great grace was upon them all. Neither was there any among them that lacked: for as many as were possessors of lands or houses sold them, and brought the prices of the things that were sold, And laid them down at the apostles’ feet: and distribution was made unto every man according as he had need.”
I’ve seen capitalistic so-called “Christians” (capitalist lovers of money first, “Christians” second — since one cannot love money and love God simultaneously) assume verbal yoga pretzels in an attempt to make this something other than it is in reality. But if I recall my reading properly (and it is suspect), then Marx was influenced by the book of Acts in creating his oft-quoted maxim, and not the other way around.
During his sermon on the Mount of Olives (according to Matthew 24:9), Jesus told his followers, “Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death and you will be hated by all nations because of me.” American Christians — especially the Christianist Right — have not been persecuted in any meaningful way since the formation of the United States. More’s the pity. In John 15:20, Jesus further said, “No servant is greater than his master. If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also.” It seems to me the farther Christianism gets from meaningful persecution, the more it tends toward arrogance, self-righteousness, and intolerance.
There are literally millions of electrical poles with decent cross-beams in America. Perhaps the best way restore Christianity to its original purity is to follow the example of the Romans and tack a few believers to those posts. My guess is it will happen in reverse, with Christianists crucifying those who question their lust for money and power — and that would include Jesus himself.
(And no. I don’t mean we should seriously crucify Christianists. The statement is dripping with irony and pity.)
Mom and Mini-Me
(via whistlingfish)
I have been a horrible participant in the Tumblr community lately, last week because I was working night and day to get ready for this weekend. Now I am living the weekend and relishing moments like these, when my Texas-drawling sweetheart and her daughter showed me the “ugliest bridesmaid’s dresses that have ever, ever been made.” (I didn’t have the heart to tell her that those are the same dresses my nephew’s fiancee has chosen for her entourage.)
Sigh. Swoon. Etc.Goddamn, they’re so pretty. I wish they were my sisters.
No, wait…
I did that wrong, I think.
I think what you meant to write was, “I wish these girls were nymphomaniac sisters who lived next door to me and were constantly hounding me to serve as referee in their ‘which sister is best in bed’ contest.”
Though, to be perfectly honest, I don’t understand the fuss over Zooey Deschanel. I’ve heard her sing.
He fell asleep about 10:30pm last night. Only 30 min. before his dad. Tommy woke me up at about 6:30am this morning. He’s a pro sleeper these days. After walking around the house with him, I handed him to Sara for his first breakfast. I went upstairs for my morning get ready for work ritual, when I came back downstairs, I found this sleepy little scene. I wanted a better picture but I didn’t have the heart to turn up the lights.
Okay. I’m sharing this not only because it’s an adorable photo (it is, of course), but because that cat is huge. I mean fucking huge. I hope it doesn’t have an appetite for young boys, because if it does, the little one’s hand is gone in a single crunch. Wow. I can’t take my eyes off it. I want one.
