Link Farming Answers Burning Questions!

Is Obama the feminist son we feminist parents hope to raise? No, and fuck you for even suggesting it.

Is Dan Savage now a medical doctor with a degree in fat science? No, and fuck him for suggesting a guy should solve his serious problem of depression and agoraphobia with weight loss surgery.

Are NYPD cops the fucking worst? Maybe. They suck pretty hard, but so do cops everywhere.

Are poor people really poor if they own 2 tvs? OH FUCK YOU, YOU WEEPING ASS BOIL. I own 2 tvs. I got them for free. Neither of them are digital, so to make them work without cable requires a converter box and the macdaddy of all antennas, each. That’s in a city, near the broadcast towers. TVs are cheap. (If I lived in the boonies without internet, you’re damn skippy that I’d need cable too.) Healthcare, food, housing, education are not cheap.

Was Troy Davis Murdered by the state because he was a Black man?
Oh hell yes he was.

Now for something funny. 
 

 
 

Fuck the Police

Yep, that’s the NYPD pepper spraying a bunch of women who are peacefully protesting as part of Occupy Wall Street.

The elites always use “law and order” as a form of violence when their supremacy is threatened. Always. It’s in the fucking playbook.

Raise your hand

( trigger warnings all the fuck over)

 if you’re tired of state sanctioned murder

if you’re tired of state sanctioned murder

if you’re tired of state sanctioned murder

if you’re tired of state sanctioned murder

if you’re tired of state sanctioned murder

I could keep going, but I am upset enough over Troy Davis. I cried as soon as I got home last night. I kept crying till it was time to go to bed. I am sad and angry and disgusted.

How does she get out of doing it?

Lately I’ve been seeing posters all over Paris for ‘Comment Font Les Femmes?’, a movie starring Sarah Jessica Parker which English title must be ‘How the Fuck Does She Do It?’ or ‘What the Hell is She Smoking?’ or ‘Hey Rocky, Watch Me Pull a Rabbit Out of My Hat.’ On the poster figures Parker as a perfectly-coiffed and attired, smooth-skinned, tightly-smiling seething coiled snake and a list of tasks which she must accomplish by sundown or everyone will hate her forever. I am guessing the movie is about one woman’s search for the word ‘NO.’

NO is The most useful word anyone will ever learn. When you learn a foreign language learn NO first and leave yes for the advanced course. Use it liberally, shake it on your food like salt, use it to punctuate sentences. If you get tired of sounding like a toddler, mix it up with “Hell no,” “Hells to the no,” “Are you fucking kidding me” and “Clearly you have me confused with someone who gives a shit.”

“Fuck You” should always be close at hand for stubborn situations. This pithy phrase enforces boundaries better than any Iron Curtain. Wildly underutilized by the competitive-mothering crowd, it will really drive the point home. Try it at your next PTA meeting and sit back and watch the fun.

When the situation really gets out of hand, do as I do and slide into a depressive torpor for three weeks to four months. This will clear your plate in a hurry. When it’s over, those who love you will be glad to have you back, and those who don’t will never bother you again.

Since the movie is a product of our seriously regressive era, I am guessing it does not end by Parker embracing her inner toddler, screaming NO NO NO and flinging spaghetti at the walls.

Oh,and am I free to see it tonight? Why… NO.

If all that was ever on was shows about monkeys

I’ve been thinking about how best to explain to the dudely types just what it’s like when all media is filtered through a lens you don’t have.

Imagine that every single damn tv show was a show about monkeys. Ok, not every. But the shows that manged to show something other than monkeys all did so from a “stupid humans, look at them with their stupid, petty shallow ways” or you know, from the monkeys’ point of view. It’s the market, they are just making what people monkeys want.

And not just the tv shows, but the movies we all Monkeys in Space! Monkeys VS Giant Monsters! Monkeys, and the occasional bone thrown “relentlessly perky, young, single human must be humiliated and humbled in order to find perfect monkey love” aka, the romantic comedy. It’s still the market. They’re still making what the market wants.

But it doesn’t end there. The news is all made by monkeys, but under the guise of “journalism” the news is supposed to be the truth for everyone, monkey and non-monkey. The fact that most of the writers are literal chimps with typewriters shouldn’t make you question why most of the headlines are “stupid humans do something stupidly, again”.This is journalism and it is TRUTH!

And then there’s science, we all know that science is unbiased. I mean it’s all done by monkeys for monkeys. The idea that humans might have a different take on say the importance of the banana as currency or why flea picking feels so damn good or has no place in science. It’s TRUTH.

And we haven’t even gotten to literature, politics, education, workplace policies.We’re just talking about who gets to send out the messages that everybody hears. Sure, maybe there are a handful of token non-monkeys who get to say something, but by nature of being tokens they are usually just spouting the monkey line.

Now if you live in a world like that, wouldn’t you want to turn of the tv, stop reading the paper, and choose your movies really damn carefully. Wouldn’t you just want to puke because the new fall season is nothing but fucking nature shows.

(You can, as usual, substitute the humans in this little analogy for every single damn oppressed group. While how those oppressions color the world we see work differently in each group, how the oppressors control access to the message everyone receives is pretty damn universal.)

And that is why the New Republic Blows

There are days (weeks, months) when being a lady writer of the political sphere is, well, less satisfying than being a 50’s housewife. Between the Nobody Gives A Fuck What You Have To Say On The Matter Little Lady and the “shut your mouth and spread your legs” comments, scrubbing floors in high heels and having a daily valium/cocktail habit seems downright peaceful. And that’s the point. So when I see that the fucking editor of (supposedly liberal) The New Republic saying that us ladies are less socialized to produce and consume opinion journalism, I wonder what the fuck have I been writing for the last 5 years, recipes (ok yeah, there are some recipes). What the fuck have you all been reading for the last 5 years? What the fuck? Perhaps if these douchenoodles (in publishing, which is suffering right now due to the interwebs) stopped with their self-fulfilling prophesy bullshit (if you only have men, writing for men, about men, why the fuck do I need to read your shit?) and tried remembering that there’s 51 percent of the population they are ignoring in their quest for the dudeliest of dollars, they might, I dunno, produce better media. Shit people actually want to read and watch and buy. But what do I know, I’m a lady who hasn’t been socialized to produce or consume opinion journalism.

h/t Feminist Philosophers

Remember how we gave Banksters boatloads of cash

So they wouldn’t tank the economy and would keep the money flowing to the economy would remain dynamic and blah blah blah…..

Of course the biggest Bankster of all, Bank(sters) of America, is going to lay off 30,000 people rather than eat the cost of making bad loans. 

Lemme see if I remember Econ 101. Entrepreneurs get profit and interest because they take risk, while us little peons only get wages because we don’t take any risk (cough). I think it was the BofA employees who took the risk of  being employed by a shady fucking organized crime racket, not the organized crime racket itself.

And while we’re talking risk, I fucking called it a year ago when I said the securitization of life insurance policies would mean that the Kleptocrats would push for ways for us to die faster so they get better payoffs. Look for a great big life insurance marketing push in the same vein as the “ownership society”. Shit, I just got life insurance through work. This is not a coincidence. I am now officially worth way more dead than alive.

Fuck the rich. Fuck the kleptocracy. Fuck all them fuckers.