“Homophobes aren’t going to hell, like they often say their perceived opponents are. Rather they are in hell, and they prolong their stay with each hateful act, word, and thought.” — Rob Delaney
Newt Gingrich would like to remind everybody that that marriage is between one man and one woman whom you abandon riddled with cancer on her hospital bed while you fuck the shit out of your mistress whom you later marry and cheat on with a third woman while screaming with Godly moral outrage about the infidelities of the president.
And NOM’s Brian Brown, one of the nation’s leading “defenders of marriage,” an allegedly devout Catholic for whom divorce is forbidden, is raising money to make Gingrich president. Brian Brown: “Everybody is allowed to fuck anybody they want, married or not, as long as they tell Jeebus: ‘My bad!’ after every adulterous encounter. But not homos. Definitely not homos. They belong to Satan.”
I too approve of this message.
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“Artifacts in the background where the planet was on the previous day,” my ass. I’m going with a cloaked alien survey ship.
And wouldn’t that be amazing?
…that after the last week with temps dipping into the single digits, I now consider 36℉ “warm?”
Hurry up and die already, you ignorant, bigoted old fuck!
Not gay at all.
Which reminds me…
Another song I strongly associate with Mr. Kelly…
This desert rat doesn’t know from 8 degrees, but he’s loving it!
My mom was born and raised in Wisconsin. As a young man, my dad resided in New York. Both have lived with snow and cold weather. But nothing in my own experience has prepared me for days and days of living, working, and driving in it.
Surprisingly, I think I’m adapting pretty well (a few incidents notwithstanding). Of course, I’m not stuck outside waiting for a bus every morning like my Ben, but it seems that much as in Phoenix when the temperature goes over 110 it starts to feel all the same, when the temp here drops below freezing, it works pretty much the same way.
The barely-used fleece-lined jacked I purchased about a dozen years ago (for the color, not its supposed warmth—I was living in San Francisco at the time) does live up to its advertised qualities, and has kept me comfortable enough through this that I don’t foresee having to replace it with anything else.
“Newt Gingrich’s mind is in love with itself. It has persuaded itself that it is brilliant when it is merely promiscuous. This is not a serious mind. Gingrich is not, to put it mildly, a systematic thinker. His mind is a jumble, an amateurish mess lacking impulse control. He plays air guitar with ideas, producing air ideas. He ejaculates concepts, notions and theories that are as inconsistent as his behavior. He didn’t get whiplash being a serial adulterer while impeaching another serial adulterer, a lobbyist for Freddie Mac while attacking Freddie Mac, a self-professed fiscal conservative with a whopping Tiffany’s credit line, and an anti-Communist Army brat who supported the Vietnam War but dodged it.” – Maureen Dowd
Charlie Chaplin’s speech in “The Great Dictator.” Give it a listen, you won’t regret it.
I first bought this record (also pressed on red vinyl) in the fall of 1977. The sleeve was scented strawberry. Well played, A&M. Well played.