In other non-news, transphobic dipshits are still thinking that keeping their heads lodged within their anal cavities will lead to enlightenment.
Of course, for those people who are breathing the free air and not their own ass fumes, the stupidity discussed as genius in MAndrea's nonsense is plain and simple. In order to actually say anything about Transgender theory, one must actually read said theory, a near impossiblity for MAndrea given hir current predicament with hir head up hir ass.
I would, however, like to point out that for those of you not high on ass fumes, there are multiple sites that can clue you into transgender theory, many of them linked to in my blogroll. Remember, anal fumes can (and do, if MAndrea is any indication) kill brain cells. Try not to end up living the asshat existence. A feminist mind is a terrible thing to rot on one's own methane emissions.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Transphobic pieces of shit are still made of excrement
Friday, September 26, 2008
Job Update and The Presidential Debate
Well, the third week of school is already over, and I have to say, I do love my kids. I have some problem students, but, hey, Like that wasn't going to happen. They have their first test on Monday over motion and kinematic equations, and I'm fairly sure that they are ready for it. We had our Open House yesterday night, which means that I missed The Office season premiere, but that's okay. I can always watch it on nbc.com this weekend.
In the meantime, the presidential debate is tonight, and I believe that I am going to be watching. And drinking.
Every time John McCain mentions his POW experience, praise his courage and drink a kamikaze. This one is only for the heavy drinkers.
Every time Obama says change everyone has to switch seats and drink the other person's drink of choice.
Every time John McCain tries to associate Barack Obama with an unsavory character, take a sip of your dirty martini.
Every time someone says bailout you have to finish your drink and pour another.
Every time John McCain says "my friends", spit out your drink and shout "I am not your friend" at the television.
Every time "evil", "evil doers", or anything with evil is mentioned, drink a sip of French red wine.
Every time John McCain threatens Iran, drink a savage car bomb or cherry bomb.
Every time Barack Obama ties John McCain to George W. Bush, drink a sloe gin fizz and wish for better days.
Every time John McCain displays how hopelessly out of touch he is, drink an old bastard.
Every time John McCain refers to the USSR or any other non-existent formerly communist country, get ready to ride the red tide.
When Georgia is mentioned, drink a fuzzy navel.
Every time John McCain mentions Sarah Palin, drink a white russian. After all, if Sarah Palin is around there must be a Russian nearby somewhere.
[Disgusting date-rape bullshit deleted for obvious reasons. -ed]
If anyone mentions a golden parachute, pound some goldschlager.
Every time John McCain makes an appeal to states rights, lean back and take a sip of that sweet southern comfort.
When NATO membership is mentioned, clink glasses with everyone around you and attack anyone who refuses to clink.
If John McCain doesn't show up, lock yourself inside and sip Jack Daniels all night. It is going to be a long six weeks.
Regardless of what either candidate says, at the end of the debate, drink something that must be lit on fire first then hit yourself in the face with a shovel.
Now, I don't think I'll be knocking back the expensive stuff, but I do have a nice set of drinks planned. From Vodka Tonic with lime to some cans of Asahi Japanese beer. Looks like a ripping good time. I'll be over at the Shakesville Virtual Pub, and shouting at my television at the same time.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Congratulations, Mr. Sulu!
Awesome. Sheer amounts of awesome. Live long and prosper, you two!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Whoopi Goldberg tells it, and speaks it, like it is
Transcript up thanks to Petulant at Shakesville.
For those conservative shit-for-brains whom have no clue what Ms. Goldberg is talking about, here's the rundown:
- Interpreting our constitution based on what our Founding Fathers thought is ludicrious
- This is because of the following reasons:
- Our Founding Fathers left slavery as a legal institution, enshrined in their own draft of the constitution
- They also treated Indigenous populations as null-and-void when it came to both citizenship and status as a human being
- They completely left out women when discussing citizenship...purposefully.
No, our founding fathers were smart, and liberal for their time, but they were also NOT PROGRESSIVE, NOT DEMOCRATIC, AND WERE COMPLETELY BIGOTED.
So, we should leave our interpretation of our law-giving document to bigoted, misogynist racists? No. Never. Not in a million years.
McCain can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut, he's still full of idiotic shit. Just like all Repugs and Strict-Interpretation Morons.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Remember, remember, assholes.
For any person who repeatedly shits on Hillary Clinton, eat shit and die:
First day of class tomorrow, ZOMG!
I'm so fracking excited and nervous and GAH! I know I've got no way to fail, with both the quality advice and expertise of my supervisor and my mentor, and my sheer desire to be awesome.
What's really got me, though, is I'm a really young looking dude. No, really:
And young teachers tend to get pushed towards the realm of cool friend as opposed to mentor and educator. I desperately do not wish to go that way, but I do have a large soft spot for kids at times, and that might be my own weakness in the classroom, where being too soft makes you end up being either the backstabber or the pile of mush at the end of the day.
But the good part about it is that I know my kids are going to be awesome. They're going to be smart as hell, and I'm going to have to keep up with them. Studies show that when you treat your kids like they are the special kids, the gifted kids, they succeed. And I know my kids are the gifted kids. They're going to blow me out of the water. In a good way.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wow, I just got a ping from near my hometown!
Ping from Springdale, Arkansas, "twin" city of my hometown of Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Kick ass. Whomever you are, speak up! :)
