Archives for May 2005
File this under “Items That Just Don’t Need Commentary.” I for one, though, am glad that Bush will be hanging with a better class of person. And sorry that Carey and her boss are lowering themselves.
Porn star and former gubernatorial candidate Mary Carey will be joining her boss, Kick Ass Pictures president Mark Kulkis, in attending a dinner with President Bush in Washington, D.C. on June 14. “I’m honored to be invited to this event,” Kulkis said.
Kulkis serves as an Honorary Chairman on the NRCC’s Business Advisory Council, a group of business people who advocate a progressive, pro-business agenda. His company produces hardcore adult videos with a guarantee of “No Fake Boobs & No Condoms.” Carey ran for Governor in the 2003 California Recall Election, while Kulkis served as her campaign manager.
Now, I realize that critical thinking is kind of unhip, unfashionable, godless, unpatriotic, carcinogenic, fattening, and generally old-fashioned these days. But just when I think my cynicism has been pushed to the limit, there’s always the Internet to lower my opinion of the damned human race. Today I found another item on my list of Reasons I’m Glad I Gave Up the Religion Thang: an interminable, allegedly “humorous” list of 266 straw-man arguments against atheism titled “You May Be a Fundy Atheist If…” The whole thing gets unbearable and tedious really quick. The one below stuck right out at me, though; my brain hurts just trying to parse the logic. [Read more…]
What I love most about sex is just how much inventiveness it brings out in people; that is, unless you happen to be a porn director in the San Fernando Valley. For the rest of us, everything from robots to sneezing is fair game for genital entertainment. The idea of cockroach porn, however, stretches my limits just a tad (via boing boing and Double Viking). I do have to say that since I live in a city where, instead of bluebirds, we anxiously await the first cockroach of spring, I’m glad that they give pleasure to somebody. [Read more…]
As usual, the absurdity of the world is such that the only thing that makes sense is reading the comics:
Some notes on the references:
- Rosewood, Florida was a black town which was burned to the ground by a white mob, because a white woman alleged that she’d been sexually assaulted by a black man.
- In 1989, Charles Stuart shot his pregnant wife through the head while driving through a black section of Boston and claimed they’d been assaulted by a black man. The cops came down on the neighborhood, randomly stopping black men and finally arresting William Bennett, a black man with a long rap sheet. When suspicion began to move away from Bennett to Stuart, Stuart committed suicide.
- Susan Smith was convicted for murdering her two sons by driving her car into a lake. She initially told the police that a black man had carjacked the automobile and drove away with the children, inspiring a hunt for the “killer” before the truth came out.
And, of course, we know the story of the “Runaway Bride.”
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry.” Five words that are sure to get you a smackdown that will turn you inside out. It’s the ultimate cliché of condescension, especially that of a man brushing off a woman. That it is a cliché obscures its truth and blinds us to how beautiful anger really can be.
Americans almost have as much of a problem with anger as sex. It scares the shit out of us. Like fucking, anger is sloppy and impolite, and mature people make damn sure not to show it. We should keep it inside, like our dirty little secret, the mad relative that’s kept locked in the attic. [Read more…]