Scott Brown:

Scott Brown said, he wants to get in on important issues coming up, like having to borrow 40% of budget “because we don’t have the money to pay for all the spending, and I am concerned that we’re living beyond our means” –

oh really? how bout cutting some of that ol’ military budget, like a few planes, a few drones, some of that pentagon bloat…??

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“they didn’t care who they killed”

re: persons on trial in NYC for crashing planes into the world trade ctr:

“They didn’t care who they killed!”

Do we care who we kill?

Do drones flying around in Afghanistan care who they kill?

Did we care who we killed in Baghdad?

Did we care who we killed in Vietnam?

How can they call this “Justice” when the verdict is a forgone conclusion?  Are we actually willing to listen to what these people have to say? Aren’t they already found guilty by popular demand? Perhaps by government show trial demand?  What is a trial, a court?  Are we really willing to listen to at least their motivations?  Was it cold-blood, or self-defense?

Fairest courts in the world?!? We’re full of shit.

“As awful as these people are”, “[we are willing to try them in our court system]” – Does that sound unbiased to you?

“Are you suggesting we just take them out and shoot them?”  well, wtf? what’s the difference?  We may as well save our money, take ’em out and shoot ’em, cause we sure as hell have found them guilty – at least we could be HONEST about our CONVICTIONS!

Gone with the Wind: Don’t ya just hate it?

Molly Haskell on npr, re: Frankly My Dear…. :

“We We We” just loved that story!

…. I don’t think so.

Gone with the Wind: Don’t ya just hate it?

My Mom was addicted to it;

I’m sure I saw it by the time I was 7 or 8, and it didn’t impress me;

She said I wasn’t old enough.

When I was around 13, it came around again; I still didn’t like it; She said I still wasn’t old enough.  At that point I was beginning to wonder if she was right, or if…

I’m not really sure if I saw it again in my 20s, but I vividly remember giving it one more shot when I was in my early 30s and

BAM! Not more than, what, 15? 20 minutes in? it was blaringly clear to me why I’d always hated that movie:

Talk about some whiny ass white southern bitch/es I could not possibly care less about! Talk about racist shit! Oh my God!

It made me sick.

And I was so glad to know that in all my youthful days something about that movie just didn’t work for me.

Listening to Molly Haskell go on and on about We We We, oh we loved it, and her new book Frankly My Dear…

Speak for yourself and your southern pals!

Maybe I’m too much of a yank; maybe I like black folks too much; maybe I’m too disgusted by lazy spoiled rich plantation aristocrats, prancing around drinking and scheming while everything they own and are crying over losing was built up by – ahem – “slaves”!

SLAVES, Hello? Did Molly miss that part?

Oh yeah, Butterfly McQueen; my Mom loved imitating Butterfly McQueen: “I don’ know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies, Miss Scarlett!”…oh really?  Somehow out of the two of them, I’ll bet it wasn’t Butterfly who didn’t know nothing.

And good ol’ Hattie McDaniel as Mammy, yeah…’just like on the syrup bottle, Mommy’…

shit.

And Miss Scarlet and her flouncy flirty airhead babble: “War War War, that’s all anybody talks about!”.

Scarlett O’Hara as Feminist Archetype (according to Haskell)???

Please…she employs her wits to use the only qualities a woman was (is?) allowed to use – her sexuality and attractiveness, not to mention status – to go after everything/everyone she wants; she’s the same manipulative materialistic type that can be encouraged/found everywhere;

And Rhett was just another sucker, ‘til he woke up the hard way.

Eventually she decides to get tough and fight for “her” land, to work as hard as a “slave”; but I’ll bet she had her black Mammy waiting on her as soon as she got hooked back up;

And oh, poor Atlanta; all those southern riches burning to the ground…

Man, as much as I love fashion, I’m just too much of a yank to stomach that story ever again…

Excuse Me?

Tonight I listened to the CBC radio show “Ideas” with host Paul Kennedy, titled  “The dog ate my homework”; and it was all about what people were calling excuses – ‘telling an excuse’ I believe was an oft repeated phrase  (it was a few hours ago now).

And I couldn’t help but think: They’re talking about LYING!

It’s so unpleasant to be around liars, people who just don’t have the balls to tell it like it is, who don’t have the balls to be honest –

One chick talked about when someone is really pushing you and won’t take no for an answer; for instance: They really want you to go to this rock and roll show and they just won’t take no, so finally you have to ‘tell an excuse’, like, Well, no, I really can’t, I (insert excuse here)…blah blah blah…

Why couldn’t you just say, Hey, I really hate rock and roll so I don’t wanna go!

Then there are those lying bastards who know they’re lying; they aren’t trying to be nice, they’re deceiving you, manipulating you, fucking you over.

I don’t trust people who tell alot of lies…they’re full of shit.  It’s a drag

peace ~