5 Year Blogiversary! YAY!

I am tired of politics. I am tired of Republicans. I am tired of Democrats. I am tired of evil. I am tired of greed. I am tired of Netanyahu. In fact, I am tired of Israel. I am tired of war. I am tired of division. I am tired of terrorism. I am tired of weather. I am tired of the Pentagon. I am tired of media. I am tired of manipulation. I am tired of Wall Street. I am tired of speculation. I am tired of religion. I am tired of intolerance. I am tired of the Federal Reserve. I am tired of pointlessness.

I am tired.

Happy 5-Year Blogiversary to meeeee!

Thank God I'm Still Here

I'm just not ready for it, I guess!

Please, God, don't turn me into Atrios.

At least nothing was Tweeted here.

Nothing to see here because...

... I just wanna read shit.

Yeah, seriously.

And change my header.

No.more.snow.

And pretend like mortality is a figment of my wildly distorted imagination.

No.more.truth.

Time for a fry flip....

be back when the logistics chick stops sounding like that chick who has stolen the sound of that chick's album I bought back in the 80s. Yeah.

Blog Camaraderie

I've been thinking about this the past few days, and maybe it's because I don't blog as much or read as much lately, but I think it's time us bloggers got together to exchange notes. Turn each other on to hot blogs and such. This is our future for as long as our government deems to allow it so let's get going.

This one I love, and it's written by a co-worker on mine:
Let's Be Honest is a personal look at life 50+ with a glance in the rear-view mirror. And don't we all love the mirror!

Another one that is brilliant is written by txrad's 2nd cousin:
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch is written by a woman with amazing talent. So much so, that when txrad returned from a trip to North Dakota 5 or 6 years ago carrying a CD of her music, we played it once or twice, and then every day for the next 18 months! I even embarked on an expedition to get her some musical exposure by sending her CD to my local adult album alternative radio station. She has a cowboy and he cooks!

I have also maintained a devotion recently to Cogitamus where I can feel at home with a few old friends like litbrit, oddjob, and minstrel boy. Ahh, those are the good ole days!

And I cannot leave out Brilliant at Breakfast for getting me wound up first thing in the morning over coffee.

I think these blogs offer it all. The food, the life, the personal, the angst, and the bullshit absurdity of the world in which we live. They have replaced a number of blogs for me in many ways, namely a need on my part to de-clutter and de-bullshit.

As we enter into 2011, it may be time for us to diversify, and explore new options, and to disengage from those who have gone astray.

Please, share in comments any blogs which are yanking your chain these days. That's what it's all about.

Mid-Week Ketchup

First of all, let's do a Songs From My Head segment since I've had this little ditty stuck in it most of the afternoon.

Whoa! Whole lotta sexy hot sweaty on that stage. No wonder it was stuck in my head for some odd reason!

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Unrelated blog note: I'm taking down my swamp tree blog header for some maintenance. (Link provided for the benefit of the Guest who can't seem to remember from one day to the next -- or one year to the next -- what the previous one looked like!) Replacing it with the first ever collaborative header effort on this blog! A few days ago a friend of mine on Facebook offered to create one. That afternoon, Cody (aka =P) sent me his entry which was like three fabric swatches of different color and texture pieced together. Very calming and serene. Then I put the konagod finishing touches on it!

So much for the minimalist approach!

I chose to flash it up using two points of light to symbolize the two stunningly brilliant minds involved with it! :-)

(Hey, you know there's nothing low-key about me.)

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Can't believe it's Wednesday evening already. txrad has been in high gear trying to get the fall garden ready. Seeds have been planted.

Exciting, huh? (Kinda looks like two grave sites!) Photo provided mainly for the benefit of Sherry P. who asked for one on txrad's Facebook page....as if there would be something to see! Give it 2 or 3 months and you will see Swiss chard and collard greens! YEAAAHHH!

New Blog Header / New Coulter

So it's kind of interesting that I would choose to redesign my blog header during a time when I'm so listless and uninspired I can't even find anything to rant about.

If nothing else, I guess I can just express myself by doing a new blog header ever few days.

FYI, for those obsessed with meaningless trivia, this is the first blog header in the history of this blog which wasn't derived in some way from the original coffee bean header I designed back in May of 2006 from a photo of my own beans.

I guess that means I'm making progress.

"Christ, What a Hysteric"

The HBO series "True Blood" is all the rage these days. Rolling Stone devoted a cover to it. And it's pretty humorous if you want my opinion, given that it is a vampire series. I mean, come on, how do you promote a vampire series without fangs or blood?

[Oh, screw you, Bhotofucket!] Glad I keep backups:




Someone was offended by it. And I didn't create the title of this post; she did, along with a "Trigger warning for sexualized violence."

I've heard that about me.

Please. Can we separate fiction from reality? I know it's all too easy to draw them together with metaphors, but... just saying. Get a grip. (And regarding that boob grip, they are a couple. Wanna do it in fake blood? Be my guest! Free country!)

Some of us still have the ability to make distinctions and draw lines.

The Virtual Outhouse Is Open!

[Trigger Warning: Trigger!]

I can't believe I haven't done a Virtual Outhouse since last October! So we're overdue for a resurrection of all things silly and absurdly over-the-top.

Five days of Trigger Warnings from the Pub That Made Portage Famous!

Gee, I sure hope I got 'em all!

I Write

I write like
David Foster Wallace

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Hopefully I won't die like him.

Wallace committed suicide by hanging himself on September 12, 2008, as confirmed by the October 27, 2008 autopsy report.

Daily Dose o' Trigger Warningz

Seriously, I couldn't make this up if I had a creative outburst the size of a solar flare.

Melissa's happy pooch.

Flag! Obviously, not a dog person.

Dude... it's a relaxed and happy dog! Get your fears prioritized.

Here, I can help with that...

[Trigger warning for nasty alien.]

[Trigger warning for disgusting salt vampire.]

[Trigger warning for Rob Halford.]

All clear now?

This Blog Is 4...Only 4?

How old is that in blog years?

Honestly, I feel like I've been maintaining this thing for something like 10 years. That's not to suggest I don't enjoy it. As with life, there are days and weeks when I've been very excited about it, and other stretches of time when I'm so busy and uninspired creatively that I can't do a post for days.

It has been an important and much-needed outlet for me to get things off my chest from time to time as well as to share some humor, and express a little creativity from time to time. Entering the world of blogs as I did in early 2006 was also a great step which enabled me to get to know a lot of truly wonderful people. I must give credit to two blogs for inspiring me to start mine: Shakespeare's Sister and Pam's House Blend. Shakespeare's Sister (which has since evolved into the blog "Shakesville") particularly could be considered my inspiration point and the place where I met the bulk of my circle of virtual friends, starting with those who were contributors to that blog at the time, and many Shakers in comment threads.

That flash point of excitement for me seemed to stretch for a decade. And yet, the reality is that it lasted maybe 20 months before all kinds of shit started to hit the fan. But I value the friends I have made far more than I can adequately express.

Other highlights for me during this span of time include being asked by Pam Spaulding to guest blog with a few other Blenders during a time when Pam was out covering a political event, if I recall. Honestly, I was nervous as hell having the keys to the coffeehouse and hoped I'd do a great job and not let her down.

It was also a tremendous honor being asked by Melissa McEwan if I wanted to be a contributor to the Big Brass Blog. And I was blown away by the support I received from many after being nominated two years in a row for a Weblog Award. Never won in voting, and knew I wouldn't, but it was a memorable blast!

All of this happened within the first year of my starting this blog. But by 2007 I was going through a major job change after not being able to keep my own business operational. I had to focus a huge amount of energy that year on an overwhelming workload and responsibility with the new job.

By the end of 2007, I was unemployed again after a major client moved their advertising to another shop. It wasn't until the summer of 2008 that I landed back on my feet and the time between then and now has been a blur. Maybe that's why my four years of blogging seems like so much longer: there's been a lot happen and a lot going on during that time! In some ways, I feel like the 12-year-old child actor who got one starring role in a film, and got caught up in the excitement and the attention, and then it vaporized. The real world requirements trumped the superficial newness and glamor very quickly. However, I still get a feeling of excitement whenever I'm linked to by Crooks & Liars!

Gone are the days of Weblog Award nominations; gone are the days when I thought I was trying to build a major blog, or even a minor one. (Also gone --as in deceased-- are a few bloggers with whom I had the pleasure of working.) This blog is simply a personal diary now for the most part. But if you want to stay along for the ride, be my guest.

I am looking forward to year #5 and I promise, next year, I won't eat most of the cake before I post it.

Don't Be Saucy With Me, Bearnaise!

Do you enjoy having the last word but tired of the struggle to get it? Here's a tip: start a blog! And then when you get tired of retorting, just do this:

Maybe it's just me, but I don't get this for several reasons, most notably:

1. There were already 17 newer posts vying for attention.
2. There were only 6 comments between noon today and the time the thread was closed at roughly 6:40 PM my time.
3. If no one else seems to give a fuck, why bother closing the thread?
4. Why bother making it a negative thing if nobody gives a fuck?

Why not just:

1. Leave it, and there might be a residual comment or nine before it completely dies off.
2. You could just close the thread without making a big grandiose and bitter announcement about it.

In the first scenario, you do risk having a continuation of the debate requiring your attention and troll-banning powers which are better diverted elsewhere. So I'd go with #2. But then, you don't get the last word, do you?

Who gives a fuck?

But I will tell you this. I have no issues whatsoever with the word moist. It sounds snack cakey to me.



Feel free to answer that question in comments as well, while we're at it, and since it fits in so well with the blog. Almost a flashback!

Open Thread

Hosted by a warm pile of shit.

No Comment

[Vomit Warning]

There's a bit of chatter going around in my pathetic circle of bored deadbeats today about this post by Melissa McEwan at Shakesville.

Granted, the gawd-awful new Justin Bieber video does truly redefine the verb to suck, not to mention the damage done to music and all related art forms. (Anybody want the ringtone for your cell?) But why anyone would even bother to blog about it is just baffling.

Let's just hope Joseph Alois Ratzinger and his entourage aren't finagling for backstage passes.

When I have nothing much to say, I don't blog. Or I blog about Fucking. But I sure as shit wouldn't waste a fractional part of my day listening to a shitty song, watching a shitty video by some kid (ok, I already did, so blow me!) who turns red and makes grunting noises from the effort to grow one fucking pubic hair, and then blogging about it!

But I'm not here to write about that piece of trash video, the sickening musical genre, its colonialist rape aspects, or the absurdity of a girly-boy singing about his love interests in an attempt to sell a few million records to 12-year-olds who think they want him between their legs. I couldn't give a Ratzinger's ass.

No, sir. What is noteworthy about that blog post, and what caught my attention is, what you'll find at the bottom of McEwan's post in brackets. Jesus H. Christ. You know, this is just one of those posts which gets completely and unintentionally overshadowed by humor.

It's just my job to share with you, my dear readers, what amuses me. Because I'm a sharing kinda dude.

Now feel free to speak your mind in comments.

[Commenting Guidelines: Please note that the critique in this post does not include condemnation of Melissa McEwan as a person, artist, or blogger. Comments that present an argument based on an erroneous assertion that this post is criticizing McEwan personally, or her talent, will be considered off-topic. Comments that do criticize McEwan personally, or her talent, will also be considered off-topic. Also unwelcome is bullshit commentary that seeks to imply, directly or indirectly, that commenting guidelines of Shakesville are irrational and unique to the blog, and exist solely to complicate the situation by enabling RTI (Rapid Troll Identification], and facilitation of commenter ridicule by the incessant puppet show of hall monitors vigorously shaking their pom-poms for the blogmistress, and regular readers with hall monitor aspirations, all due to abject commenter failure to read and/or completely comprehend expectations as put forth in this guideline and those stored elsewhere in the dark cavities and crevices of the blog. Ignorance and laziness are no excuse. Failure to adhere to these guidelines (seen and unseen) will result in a swift and immediate ass-branding by the red-hot Advanced Feminist Iron roughly 3 or 4 times before being banned and redacted in shame. Otherwise, feel free to express your honest opinions, but proofread for maximum clarity several times and then slowly count backwards from 1,000 before you hit "publish." Above all else, if you are unclear, don't ask for clarification as this immediately identifies you as entry-level. If you thought Sarah Palin's target-practice pop-off map of House Democrat seats was bad, go ahead, test me.]

One Comment

Well, that's one way to keep a comment thread from spiraling out of control!

Blog Note

Here is something you need to know about me: blogging isn't as much fun as it used to be. When Haloscan got phased out, I went into despair.

This is not a flippant statement. Its brevity does not subvert the enormity of its meaning.

It is also not a passive statement. I actively cared about the simplistic beauty of Haloscan, how it could easily be customized to shove my offensive konagod logo in your face on the rare occasions when you decide to comment. I know it should be about the blog, and about the people who pop in here for 30 seconds for a glimpse of my pussy and my occasional posts of absolute stunning brilliance. It should also be about the awesome work I do mentoring my enormous readership, whether it's someone who is so stupid they don't know how to put a YouTube video on their blog (oh wait, I think I had to seek clarification the first time I tried it... scratch that), or the hundreds of you who email me daily wanting to know about my inspiration for the Question of the Day. I communicate privately, in email threads that can last for several minutes, with dedicated konagod readers who have had a bit too much to drink, and have no lives of their own. Most want to share their cat photos with me, or just talk dirty. I have sometimes gone the extra mile and referred them to a restaurant I think they might like, or the best place to get a good deal on hooch. I have been known to drunk dial my readers. I have told some to go to hell. That, folks, is dedication!

My feelings about this blog and my multitude of readers are not an abstract concept to me. Purple hazy at times, but not abstract. They are concrete and personal and an occasional half-hearted practice. And with the loss of Haloscan, the other half of my heart has been ripped from my chest and spat upon by JS-Kit.

Here are some other things you need to know about me: I make minor mistakes about once a year. I feel shitty, really shitty, when I make a mistake that hurts any of my thousands of devoted readers.

I convey all of the above as preface to this: Because I kinda/sorta care about this blog as I do, it is singularly infuriating and hurtful that I am repeatedly accused of plagiarism, lack of faith, bad faith, insanity, snootiness, being a pothead, and making glaring mistakes. Or just do/say something with which someone disagrees. The overt accusations or veiled implications—deliberate or otherwise—of plagiarism, lack of faith, deliberate cruelty (only to humans, never to animals), hidden agendas, openly Gay Agendas, blogging while going commando, indifference, not decorating for Christmas or hunting for eggs on Easter, being a hippie, sleeping nekkid, having a preference for real estate shows over political commentary, farting loudly outdoors, storing my pins in a voodoo dolly, etc. are profoundly demoralizing after the loss of my beloved Haloscan.

And I am demoralized.

I am axiomatically assumed by hundreds tens of thousands of my readers to be acting in bad faith if I err (or even if I am perceived to have erred, but haven't, because honestly, that happens maybe once a year), even as I am simultaneously expected never to err at all. konagod was founded, managed and nurtured by a person an honest and down-to-earth asshole. And the continual proclamations that "I can't believe that konagod would allow this to happen, of all assholes!" every time I am perceived to have made a mistake (or the once a year genuine mistake), or plagiarized the work of others (I believe in sharing and borrowing though), necessarily implies that perfection is expected of me, as if konagod is a magical kingdom created of marijuana ash and not a virtual space made possible by the hard work of a drunken stoned asshole. This blog's charter (oh, you don't have a copy of it on your wall? Shame!) specifically provides room for me—and the tens of thousands of others who come here—to fail, as you inevitably will. If you won't support the provision of that room to fail, then you're not providing a chafe space for me to tell you what a failure you are, that you are merely human, and that mistakes and failure happen, even though you should be ashamed to not be as nearly perfect as I am.

I understand the impulse to react viscerally to something I plagiarized posted, especially if it's hurtful. I'm just not sure why so few actually do. And I also understand that no one thinks it should be a big deal if they comment before thinking, just this once. But you are not alone. And if only an infinitesimally small percentage of this readership reacts viscerally by making the accusation that I was deliberately hurtful, that still makes about 2 times every single year I am being told, on the blog and in my sacred inbox, that I have no faith, or that I am neglecting my blog.

It is eminently possible to bring to my attention a mistake, or register a disagreement, without engaging in ad hominem attacks, using silencing tactics (or worse, the thousands of you reading who chose to bring nothing to my attention because you just can't be bothered), jumping to unfounded conclusions about allegedly reprehensible motives, pulling triggers on guns with silencers, or in some other way accusing me of neglect and having no faith. Failing explicit evidence I have acted to the contrary, I expect to be afforded the benefit of the doubt that I move and act in this space with little faith, but never not no faith. I believe I have earned that after almost four years.

I am here in little faith, often intoxicated, and that is not an opinion and it is not up for debate. Those who fail to make accusations to the contrary are fundamentally undermining the chafe space for me. That is not to say that dissent is prohibited (when I actually get some, I'll decide whether to prohibit it or not; that's also in the blog charter) or that my perceived mistakes should not be noted or that I don't expect to be held accountable if I have erred. As I've said, I rarely err. There's a big difference between erring and doing something stupid in the absence of mindfulness.

It is only to say that you and I are expected to think extremely carefully about every post, every comment, every image, every link, every link on every link, and every advertisement on every link and every advertisement on every link that is linked to what you link to, every word we post (you have the time, seriously. What other blogs would you be reading? And surely the boss doesn't mind if you take that extra 45 minutes to mull shit over! If not, well, quit that fucking job because this shit is more important anyway), and I am asking that my readers who communicate with me hold themselves to the same flawless standard while knowing damn well you're going to be disappointed.

And, you know, that's really just a fancy way of asking people to spend a whole lot more time here so the Sitemeter looks even better, and be a lot more thoughtful and engaged so the comment threads will actually reflect the fact that thousands of you are addicted to this blog like heroin. Which I don't think is a totally unreasonable request given the hours I spend vomiting this shit up for you.

Moving forward, if and on the occasions that doesn't happen, threads will be closed, blog posts may be deleted, content might be changed to make you look like a complete idiot, shit may get blown up. In other words, you are dancing with anarchy, my friends. (Which, as an aside, is not an invitation to take the accusations of bad faith to my inbox, which is a sacred space for me to keep track of who commented where on Facebook.) Readers who are rightfully angry that legitimate debate is then quashed should direct their anger in the appropriate direction—at yourselves for disagreeing with me and believing you are right and I am wrong, when clearly it is you with the problem. Otherwise, you would not be disagreeing. This stuff takes a toll.

I am flatly not going to, I can't, continue to allow myself to be endlessly unberated as someone who doesn't care about this blog or the people in it anymore, or I'm going to flame out.

But I fear I have digressed and rambled and frankly, may have lost a segment of you already. Where was I? Oh, Let me provide you with some specifics:

On Christmas day when I did my first ever Friday canine post, Eric Wilde commented, "I'm a dog person myself, so I really appreciate this."

Jesus! After doing cat posts every Friday since May of 2006, he dumps that on me. And on Christmas for Christ's sake! How the hell is that supposed to make me feel? Like a kick in the groin! Talk about a hurtful and demoralizing moment.

It ruined my holidays which already had me screwed up in the head not knowing whether it was Thursday or Sunday for two weeks. I was also in the midst of installing software on a new PC and transferring backed up data over when I happened to log into my Haloscan account and was mortified at the notification that it was being phased out the first week of January.

And then, New Year's Day came and went. I awoke on Saturday to the horrifying realization that 2010 arrived on a Friday and had passed without me putting up a pussy post! A new year was only a day old and I had already spent my one mistake a year allotment! Honestly, in retrospect, I've gotten over it. I did get a pussy post up on Saturday even though my heart wasn't in it. And then when I accepted the reality that I had made a glaring mistake, I realized I made no mistakes at all in 2009, so that year owed me one. All in all, it worked out. But I'm mentally and physically exhausted from the pressure, the demands here and on Facebook and in my sacred inbox for a pussy blog NOW! And of course, the intense pressure of getting this Echo comment system in place and burying Haloscan in the cold, cold ground. kona wept.

I'm taking the rest of the week off. See you Monday. Maybe. Or maybe not. I may be here tomorrow. A quick pussy blog and then outta here. I don't know. We'll see. But please do not start leaving comments demanding this or that. Even though I could choose to simply ignore them, I can't. You all mean that much to me, even as you pressure me to insanity.


[Commenting Note: If you have the inclination to use this thread to provide examples of something I did once upon a time that makes you totally sure that I am going to burn in hell for this, you have seriously missed the point. And if this thread turns into a referendum on how much I suck, or how much I enjoy sucking, it will just be closed. If no one bothers to show up, it will just be closed. I may close it the instant I post this out of spite just to show you who is in charge of the buttons here. In other words, you fuckers better worship my ass off or you'll get no pussy tomorrow nor a mystery cream-filled donut.]




[h/t: Lovingly dedicated (I shit you not) to an incarnation of the blog having the dubious distinction of inspiring me to start this blog.]

Instant Karma

I don't mean to sound compassionless, but I couldn't help but feel validated after seeing so much "do your homework before you comment here" and "read up" on Advanced Feminism at this formerly-great blog for that past year or two, only to see it dissolve into mayhem as the Queen Cunt of Fuck Mountain made the same mistake the rest of us mortals are prone to doing.

Mary Daly, radical feminist theologian and philosopher, has died at age 81.

[...]

RIP Professor.

UPDATE: As Shaker IraeNicole first noted in comments, Daly's work was unfortunately marred by a streak of transphobia. Wikipedia summarizes its emergence in her work, including her assertion in Gyn/Ecology that transgender people are "Frankensteinian." While we want to honor her contributions to feminist thought, we also want to note the limitations of her brand of feminism, which deemed some women monstrous, a view that Shakesville endeavors quite fervently to counter. Cait and Shaker just_some_trans_guy also note she was challenged on her racism as well.

Read the comment thread or you just won't get it.

Another personal day off is surely in order, and I can't say I'd blame her.

Oh, and rest in peace, Mary Daly, despite your racist transphobic leanings for which I have zero tolerance. But she grew up in a different era than David Letterman who is obviously more evolved.

From Wikipedia:

Mary Daly (October 16, 1928 – January 3, 2010[1][2]) was an American radical feminist philosopher, academic, and theologian who taught at Boston College, a Jesuit-run institution, for 33 years. Daly consented to retire from Boston College in 1999, after violating university policy by refusing to allow male students in her Women's Studies classroom. She had, however, consented to teach male students separately.

Separate but equal. Reminds me of a Women in Witchcraft class I took in the 80s at the University of Arkansas in Little Rock in which the few men who signed up were deemed offensive (and most of them were) but I passed the course and learned a thing or two along the way, a memory and experience which I carry to this day.

November Resolution

There is nothing about the first day of a new year, or the first day of a new month, which should prompt any kind of vow to change a behavior. After all, it would have been just as easy on October 27. Nevertheless, I am happy to see the arrival of November because October was such a pain in the ass, right from day one.

It was the month during which my brother was served with an eviction notice and filed for bankruptcy. It was also the month when my mother finally had a spot on her face and chest removed. The spot on her chest was cancerous but the doctor claims he got it all removed and she's feeling better.

October 22 marked the mid-point in my journey from being 49 to 50 (more on that in a later post) which is taking a toll on me emotionally. My creativity was zapped, the blog suffered, and I wasn't sure I'd ever write another meaningful post. I have no idea how many people even stop by here now since I quit looking at the SiteMeter at least a month ago.

October was also a month where I shamed myself. I'm really not the kind of person who gets on a public soapbox and calls someone a (c)ucking (f)unt and a psychotic bitch, and yet I have done each -- on my blog and on my Facebook page. I am the type of person who will mutter those in the privacy of my vehicle when I'm cut off or tail-gated, but that's quite a bit different. I'm not saying it's right, or good karma even in that situation, but it's not as bad as doing it in a public forum.

I can act very adolescent at times but it's usually in the framework of my humor rather than being expressed through emotional negativity. So I am resolving publicly to behave myself and conduct myself with just a bit more decorum. Not much more; I am not going to be untrue to myself. I will continue laughing at and publishing penis humor for my inner child. I just don't need to take the lowest road when I disagree with someone by resorting to the worst degrading insults.

The recipient of my anger -- in both instances -- is the owner of a popular feminist community blog who bills herself the "Queen Cunt of Fuck Mountain." Instead of reacting with hostility when she does something which pisses me off, I need to train myself to view it as a laughable absurdity, whether it might be a blog comment policy or an over-the-top rude response on her part to another commenter.

In the grand scheme of things, it's just not that important enough for me get my panties in a knot. This is my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want with it, and the same is true of Melissa and her blog. But if I'm really unable to control my own reactions without going into a profanity-laced tirade, then I probably shouldn't be reading the blog at all. To my credit, I had stayed away for 2 1/2 weeks before venturing in there on a tip-off.

Although I've said this before, it's worth repeating. I have very little philosophical disagreements with Melissa on political and social issues. My beef is more of a personal one, involving personalities, treatment of others, the evolution (or de-evolution, some would rightfully argue) of the blog culture, and blog policies. I can either separate myself from it entirely, or deal with it maturely without flushing my own progressive and feminist credentials down the crapper. Because there are few things I dislike more than a hypocrite. A male feminist referring to a female feminist as a *ucking *unt and a *itch is probably the pinnacle of hypocrisy.

If used at all, the word "bitch" should be used as a verb, as in, I'll be bitching about the weather until spring, or reserved for referring to a female dog, or perhaps to intangible concepts like, October was a bitch. It was indeed, but only because I made it one. So, good riddance, October.

Yo, Joe, Bite the Salami

We gonna Razamanaz tonight. Up on the roofs.

Melissa McEwan Is a Fucking Cunt

misogynist, transphobic, disablist wankstain

Melissa said this about Glenn Beck today. No, she said it about Bill Maher.

Yeah,baby. Bring it on. Except that it's all a lie. You are nothing more than a Glenn Beck of the "progressive right."

Get with the program, dearie. Oh, do you mind if I call you dearie? I used to call you the lazy fat-assed bitch from hell, but I meant it humorously. That was before you crowned yourself, "Queen Cunt of Fuck Mountain."

Well, allrighteythen.

Seriously, this shit needs to be called out. And I'm doing it.