FUCK the Republicans and their stupid, mindless, ideological, unreasonable, wholly unscientific insistence on the idea that “personhood begins at conception” and their myopic, tunnel vision concentration on banning abortion, family planning, birth control, and the like because it doesn’t fit in with their fucking intolerant religious blithering to the exclusion of actually concentrating on things that matter to this country.
Let me tell you something, you ass holes. Not every sexually active woman of child bearing age in this country wants to become another Michelle Duggar. I think it’s pretty reasonable to conclude, in fact, that most of us look at her with extreme horripilation.
Limited government, my ass. Limited unless it means controlling a woman’s choices about what to do with her own body in the name of your antique religion, you mean.
That was the fun part of seeing Herman Cain on that subject.
“Limited government has no business being involved in abortion laws. Oh wait, you mean the Republicans are over that intrusion into people’s lives? Then naturally I’m in favor of anti-abortion laws.”
The cognitive dissonance of “We reject the government having the right to interfere in large scale moral issues (corporations, pollution, regulations, etc) but we totally endorse interference in small scale moral issues (involving individuals and their own bodies)” is overwhelming.
I’m not sure if this I’m offended or impressed, but this still seemed like the most appropriate location Last night I had dinner with a friend after work, which meant that my homeward commute took me right through a RIDE check. Everyone is waiting patiently as the two lanes were reduced to one to flow through the checkpoint.
There are two cops doing the “interviews” and so they’re waving through 2 cars at a time. When my turn came I was the first car in my set so was heading for the furthest cop. When I got close he waved me to continue driving and yelled out “It’s okay, I know you haven’t been drinking” Now I could see the checkpoint from a fair ways back, so I know that for at least the last 5 sets of cars that hadn’t happened to anyone else.
So do I just not look like a lawbreaker? Is it because I was alone? Can’t be the car because they stopped and chatted with others in similar vehicles. How did they KNOW?
Did you still get a coupon book? I always (from 16 on) got a wave-through with the coupon book given to me while barely stopping. Guess I look innocent?
Fuck off Chase bank. I do not want to refinance my mortgage. You assholes have called my house three times in two days even after I told you to stop it. The UPS guy just delivered a package here from the fucking company. At this point even I were to consider refinancing Chase bank would not be on my list. I am not your goddamned target so stop attempting to hunt me.
We were getting the calls regularly from some scam that wanted to fix our credit card problems. Yeah, that couple hundred dollars is crushing us! Please, rescue us! Jerks.
We get those, and we’ve paid off our balance every month for, let’s see, thirty years.
And they always start with “This is Jennifer with your Credit Card Bureau with crucial information on your account!”.
And we’re on the Do Not Call list… I’ve read (here) that “Jennifer” is offshore and hard to find.
Rachel from cardhold services needs to step on a rusty nail. She should get treated homeopathically by a doctor with a degree from the Jenny McCarthy Google School of Medicine.
Dear fellow shithead Maryland drivers: you know those red flashing things on school buses with the little extendable stop signs? They aren’t a suggestion. When the bus puts those on, you have to fucking STOP YOUR CAR. It doesn’t matter that the bus is in the right lane and you’re in the left. It doesn’t matter that the earlier buses are full of high school students rather than kindergartners. You. Must. Stop. This is not optional. Don’t want to get stuck in a convoy of school buses? The county public schools let out at the same fucking time every day, figure it out and leave at a different time. Assholes.
Completely random minipit: I wish to fuck they would stop running the Dolce & Gabana cologne commercial with Matthew McConaughey. First, it’s annoying, even more annoying than most fragrance commercials. Second, Matthew McConaughey looks like a greased-up rat. Third and finally, that shit-eating grin on his face at the end of the commercial makes me want to spit nails.
I must say, the phrase “pre-owned perfume” is … interesting.
Almost exotic, with an overtone of sandalwood and vanilla but with subtle bass notes of bay laurel and musk.
I wholeheartedly approve of and agree with this rant.
Christ, hermette, you’re almost making me change my mind about not having kids at all, just so I can use that line. (Almost. Hence my round of standing ovation for Morgyn’s rant up there.)
Chase bank just called my house again. Fucking bastards. As it turns out they bought out Washington Mutual and now hold my mortgage. We have autopay so I honestly didn’t notice. Apparently their official policy is to call people who faithfully pay the mortgage on time and harrass them.
I’m actually tempted to look into refinancing the mortgage with another bank just to tell them to fuck off. We have good credit, lots of equity and could probably get a nice rate on any refi.
I rear-ended a guy yesterday. The wrong guy, as it turned out.
He works as an “injury analyst” at an insurance company.
Sigh. Totally my fault, and I was completely wrong. I get that. Furious at myself.
There was no damage. None at all. A scuff in the dirt on my bumper, a scuff in the dirt on his bumper.
But…he still is planning on getting a “quote” to fix the non-existant damage.
So I ratted myself out to the insurance company, and now I wait.
Sigh. Again - my fault. Totally a mistake. But 95% of the rest of the population would have got out, looked for damage, saw none, accepted an apology and drove off.
Damn. Not a great start to my Christmas vacation.
Hubby, I love you. And you’ve been awesome about me being out of the state to take care of my folks the past month or so. Really. And I definitely do not wish for a return of the time you were so stressed out you couldn’t even hug me for three months straight.
However, when you rubbed up against me last night and I told you that I wasn’t up for anything and asked you to ‘take care of yourself,’ could you maybe get a clue? No? Then when you rubbed up against me this morning and I said, “I may not be up for much in the way of sex for a while,” your response maybe should not have been, “I don’t care if you use your hand, but I couldn’t take care of it last night and I need something.”
Look, I’m not saying we will never have sex again. But it’s been LESS THAN ONE WEEK since we BURIED MY ONLY SIBILING. I am so not in the mood. Back the fuck off.
Last night I had dinner with a friend after work, which meant that my homeward commute took me right through a RIDE check. Everyone is waiting patiently as the two lanes were reduced to one to flow through the checkpoint.