Saturday, May 23, 2015

I don't wanna

I don't want to write this morning.

I keep thinking about the Duggar dude who touched his sisters when he was a kid and how we spent all day yesterday being righteously indignant. Even some of my liberal friends who have lamented children being tried as adults seemed intent on crucifying the adult Duggar dude for his actions as a fourteen year old. Meanwhile, Congress just gave the POTUS permission to rush the sale of our country to the rest of the world. Way to pay attention, people.

I told you I don't want to write.

It's strange to me that a man who has done so much for this country while being forced to eat the kind of shit no standing POTUS ever has seems intent on having his legacy becoming a trade deal that is likely going to cripple us further while fattening corporate wallets. I would ask if he learned nothing from NAFTA, but Democrats like to gloss over that which is what I am sure is going to happen twenty years down the road with TPP.

Reaganomics, NAFTA, and now TPP. Murica!

Seriously, I told you I don't want to write, but you were all, noooooo, I can't take my morning poo if I don't have you!

Fucking Ireland. That is a country that makes me proud of us as a species. America, please see Ireland for notes on how to do equality correctly.

Love is love.

Yesterday a friend of mine posted an image of The Little Prince with some unrelated twat-waffle quote attached. I had an unholy visceral reaction. I finally found something offensive to me. I had to remedy that shit.

If you ever lose someone, hold onto this.

Titty sprinkles.