“The last time a guy in Seattle had empty shells on the floor in front of him, rock music was forever changed.”—Deadspin commenter Gamboa Constrictor, in reference to a story about a section of Safeco Field that is “Peanut free”
When you self-identify as “pro-life,” you are affiliating yourself with a very specific movement. You are giving tacit approval to the work of James Dobson. You are aligning yourself with people who think Scott Roeder is innocent of any actual crime. It may not be what you mean, and you may not like it, but that movement has defined the phrase.
If you don’t think women should “use abortion as birth control,” but don’t think you can make a sweeping decision that should apply to all women in every circumstance, you are not “pro-life.” You are pro-choice.
If you don’t think you, if you were to become pregnant, could ever possibly have an abortion, but don’t think you should be able to deny them to other women, you are not “pro-life.” You are pro-choice.
If you want to live in a world where no abortions are ever necessary, but don’t think women should be forced to seek dangerous, illegal abortions when they are, you are not “pro-life.” You are pro-choice.
If you think abortions are morally wrong, but don’t think they should be made illegal, you are not “pro-life.” You are pro-choice.
Welcome. We’re happy to have you. Now let’s roll up our sleeves and see if we can do something about this mess, okay?
What I saw and experienced at JiM both enraged and disturbed me. I had trouble staying in character as I watched one man, as part of his therapy, act out beating his father to death with a baseball bat — just one of several “Are you kidding?” moments. How anyone could believe that a JiM weekend could turn a man straight still baffles me.
These people are easily the biggest pieces of shit on the planet, or at least the upper echelon of pure scum. I get the urge to just ditch anything I know about the justice system, and get all “eye for an eye” on these twats.
“If you’re sitting at home in your undershirt, watching TV, worried about terrorism, and at the same time objecting to the person who’s putting their life on the line so that your family will be protected, then you’re the worst kind of fucking asshole there is.”—
Seth MacFarlane on people who are against gays in the military
“Sarah Palin thinks Barack Obama is a wimp. She’s been going around to Tea Party rallies, invoking the spirit of revolutionary Boston and castigating Obama for failing to exalt American power and punish our adversaries. She seems blissfully unaware that the imperial arrogance she’s preaching isn’t how the American founders behaved. It’s how the British behaved, and why they lost. Palin represents everything the original Tea Party was against.”—
“People who bought the 3G two years ago and are now in the perfect position to upgrade and get a dramatically different, and better, phone. If confirmed this summer, and if it performs as we expect, this next-generation iPhone looks like a winner.”—From Gizmodo’s analysis of the leaked iPhone “4G”, which is great news for this 3G owner.
In high school, my best friend and I worked for a landscaping company that was owned by a guy that was a few years older than us. The parents of our boss owned a houseboat and we would often spend the weekends at the lake drinking beer, smoking pot, fishing, knee-boarding (this was before wakeboarding became popular), etc. After a morning of fishing, my buddy and I grabbed some noodle floats (you know, those ones that are loud as shit when you slap them on the surface of the water) and drifted out into the middle of the lake.
I am not sure why, but something about spending a weekend on the lake plugs me up to almost no end. After two days of not taking a dump, it hit me hard while we were lazily floating in the middle of the lake. A responsible adult would have clenched up and paddled the 200 yards back to the houseboat. But at this time, I was nowhere near being a responsible adult. So I dropped by swim trunks under the water and released the baby leg that has been brewing for the past few days, all without my friend knowing what was going on. I fully expected the turd to quickly sink to the bottom of the lake. Of course, that didn’t happen. It pops to the surface and immediately floats towards my friend, who is facing away from me. As it neared the back of his head, I told him to turn around. He turns and BAM, turd to the face. This happened 15+ years ago and he is still pissed at me about it.