Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Supremes: COPA’s still shitty law!

For the third time, the Supreme Court ruled that the Child Online Protective Act is pure crap. We can only hope that Attorney General Asshat will quit wasting taxpayer dollars pursuing what is clearly a law that is fatally flawed and whose supporters think that “protecting children” is more important than protecting the First Amendment rights of adults.

Here’s a suggestion:  Rather than looking to the government to bear the responsibility of sanitizing the Internet, how about you people who are worried about your little Britney and/or Josh’s exposure to “material harmful to minors” (whatever the hell THAT may be) supervise your OWN fucking kids’ online adventures?  Now, I know some of you might be too busy waxing the Navigator, doing Pilates or stumping for Jesus or George W. Bush to install filtering software - or, God forbid, actually sit with your kid while s/he surfs - but c’mon… aren’t Britney and/or Josh worthy of more of your time and learning capacity than showing what a good right-wing Christian you are?

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Some things are worth RAGGING on!

One of which is our culture’s tendency to act like human bodily functions are something shameful.  It’s bad enough that this attitude is encouraged privately among families, but when advertising and marketing is crafted to support such evil it’s disgusting and pisses me off to no end.

Consider Kotex’s quietest wrappers being touted as the best thing since sliced bread.  What the fuck?  Nothing like teaching our newest generation of female bleeders that having someone in another stall of a public bathroom hear the crinkling sound of unwrapping a rag is an embarrassment.  Y’know, pretty much any female over the age of 12 is intimately familiar with the fact that once a month we bleed, until we’re set free by menopause.  And since we’re no longer required to absent ourselves from socializing with the tribe by taking a week off to hang out in the Bleeding Hut, if we don’t want to ruin our clothes and/or leave a bloody trail, we need something to absorb the fluids of menstruation.  Having left behind the rather inconvenient practice of using actual rags, we’ve evolved into using handy-dandy things like disposable pads and tampons, with paper or plastic wrappers that ensure we don’t have to pick bits of lint or tobacco from the bottom of our purses off of our rags before we use them.  It’s just the nature of paper and plastic wrappers to make crinkly noises, and I know no woman who hears those crinkly noises in the next stall and snickers about someone else having her period—but that’s not what Kotex would have us believe.

This is just more evidence of how sick a society we’ve become.  I blame the further push toward religious views being “more moral,” when in reality what they are is more ashamed of what’s natural - what believers maintain their God created.  It’s bullshit, plain & simple, and it’s BAD for young women everywhere.

Fucksticks.

Friday, June 11, 2004

Farewell to One of the Greats

I’m talking about Ray Charles, of course.  At 10:00 AM today while the whole company observes a moment of silence for an old, rich white guy whose politics and policies served as a wedge in the racial divide, I’ll be turning my thoughts to a musical genius who brought us together through Soul music.

Thank you, Brother Ray, for all the years of great music.  The world mourns your passing.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

The Gipper’s Timely Demise

Ronald Reagan’s death couldn’t have come at a better time - for the Shrub, that is.  Gone from the news is the story of George Tenet’s resignation, the clusterfuck that is Iraq, and continuing coverage of the investigation into the treatment of detainees at Abu Ghraib.

While I feel for the family of Reagan the man, I don’t have a single good thing to say about Reagan the President.  None of the things his admirers hold up as proof of his excellence made my life better in any way 24 years ago when he took office, and I see no current benefits of his “legacy” (which includes Bush’s posturing in a laughable attempt to emulate Ronnie) today either.

Reagan’s leadership gave us Yuppies, the War on Drugs, the Moral Majority and the PMRC.  I, for one, cannot heap praise upon someone who started America down the path of “righteousness” as defined by bigoted, uptight right-wing bible-thumpers; who ignored the AIDS epidemic because it was a “gay disease” and who allowed Aspartame to be rushed to market despite serious questions as to its safety.

Forgive me for not falling all over myself to sing his praises, as I am unable to turn a blind eye to the man’s political agenda, which I consider to be the beginning of my country’s taking a hard right and a turn for the worse.  Everyone else is doing a fine job of that, thanks very much.

On a lighter note…

Marsha and I are this month’s cover girls at PrimalX.com.  Damn, I look good as a gypsy (even next to the unable-to-take-a-bad-picture Sha! LOL).  Jessica’s talent knows no bounds.

As lovely as the photos came out, lately I find myself still fantasizing about having plastic surgery to correct some of the ravages of time.  It’d sure be a welcome change to go under the knife to get rid of something other than chunks of rotting vital organs.  My best girlfriend finds it horrifying that I’d risk dying from botched anesthesia, but I figure it’s just as worth the risk to wake up looking younger and thinner as it was to risk it only to wake up to what turned out to be months of recovering from asshole repair service.  Which I refer to as “a ring job,” to go along with 2 “hose replacements” (bowel resections) and the “front end job” (breast reduction).

The Bitch has a lot of miles on her; and since total mechanical restoration isn’t quite possible (yet… goddammit, Send In the Clones!!!), I’d happily settle for some restorative and/or custom body work.  Classic, yes.  Classy?  NOOOOOO.