Weird fuckin' week, man - I need a hot bath and mind-altering substances, and some kind of mental floss to get this shit outa my battered soul. (getting in touch with my inner hippie - oohhmmm) Take Another Hit --Quicksilver
I'm stalking the thrift shops looking for a high-end adult Spider Man costume to hang in the back of my closet, just so I can fuck with myself in case Alzheimer's gets me.
I love the flag so much, I cut holes in it so I could rub my sweaty armpits all over it. I love wild animals so much, I bait them into traps and kill them and mount their heads on my wall so I can love them some more. I love the natural world so much, I cut down the trees so I can see it better from my hot tub. I love people so much, I keep their wages below poverty level so they can better appreciate the intrinsic rewards of hard work. I love democracy so much, I want to make sure only those who are truly worthy of it are allowed to participate in it. I love this big beautiful country so much, I wanna keep it all to myself, and I'm willing to shoot you dead if you say I have to share any of it with anybody who isn't just like me. and on and on and on hat tip = theatlantic.com
The party of Personal Responsibility, Self-Reliance and Rugged Individuality would like to remind you that "vote your conscience" is a slap in the face to all true Americans.
Charles Kinsey is a Behavioral Therapist. He was trying to help a 20-something Autistic patient. Somebody called the North Miami PD because they tho't the patient had a gun (it was a toy truck). The patient "failed" to respond to officers' commands; Mr Kinsey knew enough not to abandon his patient; the cops apparently don't know one fuckin' thing except the use of force - so they shot Kinsey as he lay on the ground with his hands in the air.
Charles Kinsey must be wondering what else he needs to do in order to be included in the "all" part of All Lives Matter. That's pretty fucked up right there.