Hillary Rodham Peron
May 17, 2008
I’m really happy for all my gay friends, but personal bottom line? This is going to cost me a fortune in wedding presents.
Patt Morrison, on California’s recently-overturned same-sex marriage ban
Basic human rights are so inconvenient that way. I don’t go to weddings, straight or otherwise. If you love someone, why chain yourself to them legally? Marriage isn’t a commitment anymore, it’s a Penn & Teller act where the wife and hubby publicly proclaim they’ll never ever split up, move on or in any other way get a life as a minister spot welds the final link on their matrimonial chains.
Shacking up is soooo much simpler. Besides, kids love knowing their siblings have different last names, further proving how unalike they are. Oh yeah — we may have the same DNA but at least I’m a Smith and not a Johnson!!!
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OK, now that I’ve seen this poster, I’m sold.
More on this graphic path to enlightment here. Frankly, I don’t see the Mao thing at all. This poster has Eva Peron written all over it — how many parallels can you count, boys and girls?
And no, I don’t think Peronista comparisons are unflattering. Except maybe to the memory of Evita.
No, I don’t plan on changing the name of the blog to the Hillaryfarian, although I would grow some Obamalocks (if I had the hair). Barackafari does have a certain rhythm to it, however. Definitely better than being a Rodhamite.
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Funny how no one ever thinks about making trucks more fuel efficient when the price of gas is low.
Seriously, it’s very funny. Why exactly does Detroit refuse to pay attention to mileage? Has anyone ever done a check to see how many directors serve on boards of auto manufacturers and oil companies?
It doesn’t take much of an effort to improve on five miles to the gallon.
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I wasn’t allowed to read Mad magazine when I was a little kid, and yes, that made me enjoy it all the more. And yes, I did have a crush on Little Annie Fannie for a while in the late ’60s/early ’70s.
Nothing too serious. A couple of fan letters, one proposal of marriage, and lots and lots of Kleenex. In retrospect, I’m not sure what I saw in her. Blondes really aren’t my type.
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Yesterday’s left over links:
Anna Pratt on the Postville INS raid (or why it takes a village of Jews to hire a packing plant full of undocumented workers) [more]
The wingbat dingoes wasted no telling lies about gay marriage in California, starting with baseless smears of the judges (I’ve come to the conclusion that only fags and sissy boys oppose gay marriage — real men could care less what you do with your private parts)
USS Maine explodes in Venezuelan highlands: Hearst chain dispatches war correspondents
Gawker v. Minnesota (a Franken cheapshot)
Hagee says Jews have dead souls
Pretend they’re fresh. It’s not like you’re keeping up either. And no, being Jewish has nothing to do with undocumented workers, but I’ll stir that pot in whatever way it takes to get people to notice what’s going on.
Kosher meat products aren’t competitively priced. Kosher means a premium price and their customers pay it. There is no shortage of highly qualified, healthy workers in Iowa. Workers who already know the meat business. Workers ready to be hired. The only thing Iowa is short of is workers stupid enough to work for peanuts with lousy health benefits and lines that run just as fast as the ones controlled by the Christian pigs at Iowa Beef Packers.
When it comes to exploiting workers, all religions are enablers, if not the actual employer of record.
Kosher only applies to the animals, not the workers.
May 18, 2008 at 5:34 pm
In my Penn & Teller act, I hope I’m the one who gets to talk and not the one who is always in danger of death from every trick.