I keep running into this certain type of fauxgressive dude-bro- the communicator.

They are big on communicating, they just wanna talk things out, have a little chat, etc.

Except they don’t really have 2-way conversations. They talk at you, over you, interrupt you, around you. They don’t listen when you speak cause they are too busy planning their next barrage. Basically their m/o is to talk for so long that you are finally worn out and agree with whatever they are saying just to make them go away.

And I am over it. I no longer have any sort of strength to summon politeness when dealing with them. I hang up on them, slam doors on them. The conversation wasn’t mutual anyways, they can keep babbling at a slammed door if they feel the need.

on how much we spend on health care per capita vs. every other developed country. I could give you child mortality rates and life expectancy rates. I’ve worked in the insurance field managing benefits packages and in medical billing, so I can give you the ins and outs and nitty gritty on the horrible ways our system works.

But I think I’d rather you had a view of a system that works really well.

They spend less per person than we do and they cover everyone. And their system has something that a free market system can never include- common decency.

Obama and the clusterfuck(s) of universal healthcare, gay marriage, DADT, the economy, the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, etc. etc.

Because writing “I told you so” ten times a day is no fun.

I really really hoped I was wrong. I really really wanted Obama to prove me wrong. I am as unhappy at his performance as the rest of the country is. The only difference is that I’m not even a little surprised. Even Bush surprised me with the depths of his awfulness.

I don’t understand wingnuts. I really don’t. Ignoring starving children is not at all disrespectful to them. Being rape apologists, misogynists, and basically boot-lickers for the all supreme patriarchy isn’t disrespectful to them.

But that I, on a public blog, choose to call The Kid “The Kid” is THE MOST HORRIBLE CRIME EVER.

Since I don’t ever want to type this again (cause damn it isn’t the first time that someone got their panties bunched over it) here’s the run down.

The Kid is The Kid because he will have a pseudonym until he is an adult. Parents do enough to humiliate their kids, and I figure the Kid can decide on his comfort level when he is grown.

The Kid is the Kid and not “my son” cause I don’t own him. He’s not a pet. He’s a person. His own person. It would be mighty hypocritical for me to be preaching about choice and body autonomy if I treated the Kid like a piece of property. He has actually said in the past that he doesn’t like the “my son” shtick. It makes him feel like a suitcase.

Also- the Kid knows about the blog. He knows he is called “the Kid”. He may at some point do some posting of his own, but right now he’s more interested in manga and video games than in writing here. The Kid will proudly tell you that he is a feminist.

And just so I can add some more fuel on the fire- the Kid has been called Monkey Boy, Stinkerbell, Dorkalicious, Dorkwad, Rugrat, Sir Rotten Monkey, Bucket But, Pea, Tater Tot and any number of other nicknames that I’m sure the wingnuts will think are some horrible form of child abuse.

The Kid has read this entire post. He rolled his eyes when I explained why I was writing it. He thinks you people that object to him being called “The Kid” are “a bunch of untalented hobknockers”. He says that is supposed to be read with an English accent. (I don’t know how you type an English accent though. Do I have to change the spelling of words now so that color is colour?)

He also kindly requests the you HELP BUNNY TAKE OVER THE WORLD by posting it on your blog.

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(> <) And in conclusion he says “rutabaga” which is an inside joke that none of you will get, but he said it so I have to type it.

I watched The Pianist the other day. It’s a beautifully made film and I like Adrien Brody.

But it’s a film made by a man who plead guilty to raping a 13 year old girl.

I love James Brown. Get on Up is a song that is sure to get me dancing around the house. But he was certainly a wife beater and very likely a rapist.

Thomas Jefferson is my favorite of the founding fathers. I believe that his idea of spilling blood every so often is the only way to counter-act Michel’s rule of oligarchy. But Jefferson was a racist and a rapist.

There are more examples from Bill Clinton and Obama and Roosevelt to Helen Mirren and even (sometimes) Joss Whedon, examples of people who I do (or could) respect except that they have serious issues with racism or classism or sexism or a combination of all that plus some violence and abuse thrown in.

(And I haven’t even thrown in the people I do dislike- like Schwarzenegger or Clarence Thomas).

We do this thing where we take things that are horrible like rape or murder or violence or hate and we call them evil. We use that word, evil, so that we don’t have to do the hard work of looking into ourselves to see if we might share some of the same things that cause that kind of awfulness. A rapist is a creepy man in a dark alley, not a founding father or a man who makes art. A racist is a beer-bellied red neck in a southern state, not your kid’s guidance counselor.

When we push away the awful things, when we shove them into a closet or box them into a stereotype of what we think evil is, then we give it a way to flourish in ourselves. We don’t have to examine it too closely. We don’t have to hold ourselves accountable. We “other” evil things, so we can continue liking and respecting things and people and even ourselves.

But we have to do the hard work. We have to admit we are the source of the hatred and the violence, either in our own hearts or when we refuse to acknowledge it in people we like or love. The only way to fix “evil” is to own it.

You know- it’s 3 am here and still way too hot to sleep- so I feel like rambling away for a minute.

I keep giving Bob a chance to prove that he really believes in what he says he believes, you know Jesus and every life being sacred and all that. I keep waiting for Bob (or any forced birther really) to show me proof of the loving compassion they claim to have for living beings. Real proof. Not just slut-shaming with “God bless you” tacked on the end.

They don’t show compassion to pregnant women and I have yet to see them hold men responsible for abortion rates. (Hey Bob- with 70% of non-custodial parents (mostly dudes) NOT paying child support- ya think that might be why so many women are unable to face unexpected motherhood- why aren’t you haunting the MRA sites if you’re all about personal responsibility?)

They don’t show it to living, breathing children (the largest number of people living in poverty in this country are children. Hungry, homeless children.)

They don’t show it to the poor (It’s all about PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY! Shut your legs whores!)

They claim that adoption is a wonderful thing, but I’ve yet to meet a forced-birther who is a foster parent or adoptive parent. I certainly have never met a forced-birther who adopted an older child or disabled child.

They claim to love the babies soooooooo much, but they treat children as an inevitable punishment inflicted on women for having sex. Dear god- can you imagine how fucked up a child would be if that is what his mom thought of him as- a punishment for having an orgasm?

So what is it that they really are after- since saving lives or lessening suffering isn’t on their agenda? What is it that they really want?

And dear old Bob- the troll who started this stream of consciousness, I’m am still waiting for proof that you actually believe in Jesus. You treat Jesus’ name like the sewn-in label of a fake designer hand bag. You want it for the prestige, for the feeling of righteousness you get when pointing out someone else’s sin, for the feeling of inclusion you get when acting morally superior. But you don’t want to pay the price to have the real thing. You don’t want to do the real, hard, sacrificing work that it takes to be a Christian.

So what do you really believe then Bob? When you strip away all they lying and hypocrisy- what’s left of you?

(Please feel free to replace Bob’s name with the name of any forced-birther troll. They are so tediously, boringly similar that at one point I wrote FAQ)

The Kid has requested (I mean demanded, nagged, whined, etc) that I post this adorable bunny for your amusement.

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(> <) (What the Kid actually did is send an email in all caps, ginormous font that read: PUT BUNNY ON BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Look to the left.

See the little box above the donation button.

Let’s see just who is more about the charitable Christianity- Godless Whores or Actual Christians.

I think I already know the answer, but let’s see just how this little experiment plays out, shall we?

I’m moving this back up to the top. Thanks to you peeps who chipped in before we’ve had groceries for the last week. But it’s all gone now.

Summers suck. For many families, winter with its high utility bills is crunch time. But for my little family, the idea of lazy summer days means food insecurity and housing insecurity, and months spent worrying.

Last year, you peeps helped me move into a new home after we lost our old one. This summer isn’t turning out to be much better. I’ve got 3 bucks and some change to last me until October. I’ve got no temp work coming in and all the little cash side jobs have dried up. I’ve got an empty fridge and wait to get food stamps or welfare money. And rent is late.

So peeps- if you’re in a spot where you can be kind, please hit the donate button on your left.

I tidied up the blog a wee bit. The election is over, and even the rabid Kool Aid drinkers are coming to their senses (Whaddya mean Obama isn’t the second coming of Jesus and Gandhi?)

I also (finally) updated ye olde blogroll. That’s all stuff from my google reader and there is good stuff to be read there.

And I added a link to my shared reader items on the left. I figure it’s time I let more people than just Ouyang Dan in on the reader fun.

If you think you should be on my linky list and you’re not, send me a comment or email and I’ll gladly add ya.

We now return to our regularly scheduled bitchez