On most occasions, yoga pants are totally sexy and awesome. This is not one of those occasions. This yoga pants fail is akin to me trying to go out in public in skinny jeans and no shirt
Down here, in the sleepy river town of East Jesus Kentucky where I live, the churches are more prevalent than Walgreens. A sign in front of one of the many houses of the holy along my 25 mile drive to work poses this question:
“What if god doesn’t believe in atheists?”
This question was borrowed from Ray Comfort’s book “God Doesn’t Believe in Atheists: Proof That The Atheist Doesn’t Exist.” Apparently, the pastor of East Jesus Baptist Church thought it would be a hoot to pose this question to passers-by, as well as his congregation. The answer to the question is this:
We simply do not give a fuck.
- Debating with Believers (ironatheistblog.wordpress.com)
Wow. Just. Wow. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this. First there was the grisly carnage of the bombing on Monday, leading into the speculation of who did it. Then last night there was the chaos of the car chase, the shootings and more explosions, and now the lock down of Boston while the hunt for this mad man takes place. There are so many victims, and so many heroes.
I feel as if I’m watching Homeland, or 24, or one of the many TV shows or movies about terrorists that have cropped up since 9-11. However, this is real, and it’s incredibly scary and unsettling. Most of all, it’s incredibly heart breaking.
My heart goes out to Boston today, as it has all week. Stay strong, and stay safe. The rest of the country is in your corner.
At this point, all I can say is that I’m glad I live in the Middle-of -No-Where, Kentucky. At least all I have to be concerned about are the Meth heads, Jesus freaks, and the occasional cow wandering out into the road in front of my car.
Note: This post contains sarcastic responses to fat bias.
I have a confession.
Fat is a behavior after all.
You see, it's not just that I am fat or that I have fat on my body. Nope. When I go out, I am purposefully being fat.
And it is my personal mission in life to be as egregiously fat as possible.
Actually, It should be happy christian holiday copied from the Pagan rite of spring Ostara, which celebrates the emergence of new life after the harsh winter months. The christian hierarchy had a cunning way of fashioning Pagan holidays into their own, in order to manipulate nature worshipers into becoming obedient christians.
At any rate, this cartoon perfectly symbolizes what Paul Ryan and the GOP is all about: Stealing out of the mouths and pockets of the poor and middle class, in order to make fatter the class that has already grown morbidly obese by feeding from our hard work.
A tip of the tin foil hat to cartoonist Mike Luckovich, for hitting the nail on the head, as well as a tip of the tin foil hat to Being Liberal for sharing.
What little time I’ve had to blog lately seems to be sharing pictures I come across on the intertubes. This post is keeping up with that theme. I came across this awesome family portrait while looking at Huffington Post. Two things occurred to me when I first saw it:
1- It’s a vagina, not a clown car. Seriously, who has this many kids anymore? It’s not the Bronze Age.
2- The very unhappy boy in the forefront reminds me of John Boehner – WHAAAAAAAA!
Seriously, how cool is this picture? It has win written all over it!
Oh, and for the double win, here’s some awesome poetry to go with it:
My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in Love with You.
A tip of the tinfoil hat to Capricious Lestrange for sharing.
The battle now going on in Washington over taxes and entitlements is a fixed fight. Democratic and Republic leaders now agree that crucial safety net programs such as Social Security and Medicare would be cut. The only question is whether reductions in entitlements will be accompanied by moderate tax increases on the upper-income brackets, as the Democrats propose, or not, as the Republicans insists.