WoooooooEffinnnHooooooo! And we are back!

Hello Friends, SadlyNaughts and Countrymen, welcome back.

[Update below]

I got nothing for the moment, or actually a couple of zillion things bubbling in the lab, but not quite ready for prime time, so instead consider the fact that Spain only allowed 2 goals during their entire 2010 championship run, and that last night allowed two guys two goals each in their first game.

Shoot whatever fish in what ever barrels you want to.



There is a Univision app* ** that one can put on ones phone which allows one to watch at least every match in the group round (I only hope that using it does not terrorize my bandwidth like the five that Obama loosed are likely to do whence they re-plug into the grid.)

BTW both Cerb and I are nuts about football, though she is likely a bigger fan than I so, IITFWC*** so, well…

Anyhoo, watched the balance of Costa Rica V Uruguay and almost all of Italy V England and to think last week I was wondering where I would watch the games.

Also, too, I was adopted by a smallish male Siamese cat a week ago Thursday which has required certain adjustments…Single no more, and I will admit that there have been a couple of brief moments wherein I kinda wished we had not crossed paths…but he is a good boy and adjusting to the new circumstances, settling in, and of course, training my ass.

Gotta run, wanna see Drogba and Cote D’ivoire play Japan. Apparently they are down 1-0.****

*can be found at iTunes and the Play store.
**thanks to the FSM they also have highlights.
***it is the fucking World Cup
****watching currently on the phone off the s’bucks wifi…


Warning, this might be a Football blog for awhile…Oh and the downtime was due to a hard drive failure on the new server, It would seem that the raid array worked, though I have yet to actually check, because, Football.

Ivory Coast just tied it up. Gotta say that these two teams are very closely matched, extremely crisp passing, fuck, Ivory coast scores again in less than a minute or two…Hellofamatch…


Summer Rerun Season

Gosh, I wonder what is driving his insecurity about other people being born seemingly male and turning out instead to be girls. It’s just too hard to figure out.

Kevin “I’m Still Having Difficulty With The Fact That Penis Don’t Confer Magical Powers” Williamson, National Trans* Panic*:
Laverne Cox is Not a Woman

Check one. Check Two.

Is this thing on? Oh, hey, everybody, welcome to the all new Sadly, No, lovingly transplanted from its old cyber location due to… reasons. Reasons one should best not think of, also if the cops asked, my name is Jonah Goldberg, got it? Awesome.

Anyways, I guess every wingnut on the planet is looking at the writing on the wall about their growing irrelevancy in a modern pluralistic society, because there is a massive uptick in tired recycled pieces from the usual sources. And though I can dream of the day when those driveling incompetents have to compete in the same “meritocracy” they set for the rest of us and experience for themselves the “job creating” joys that being crushed under the economy’s spiked stilettos brings, it is sadly a dream far off in the future.

In the meantime, we get treated to a “lovely” clip show of each of these fucking ghoulish fuckwads’ “greatest hits” while they harass the interns to write and submit resumes for them.

And today’s a beauty of a post, coming fresh from Vagina-fearing wanna-be white guy Kevin D. Williamson, who has yet another appeal on behalf of biology (no no, not the one where he wants to pretend that being manlier will somehow produce manlier sperm capable of producing only men… yeah, this guy is essentially a 21st century version of Henry VIII) against those eeeeeevil trannies and their crazy voodoo hoodoo.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • Trans* People are still a literally mythic invention by feminists and hippies.

Read the rest of this entry »


Pay No Attention to the Monster Behind the Curtain

Ha, bullets have no affect on Helenbot’s metal shell! Why would Helenbot care if filthy organics are not optimized so?

Dr. Helen Von Sant, Pajamarama “Yes, We Think We’re a Real Media Company” Media:
The Elliot Rodger Case: If Pick-Up Artists Are Guilty, Then So Are the Feminists

Oi… there are moments when snark fails you… so, let’s jump right into it.

On May 23rd, a 22-year-old man named Elliot Rodger killed at least 6 people in a murder spree where he intended to slaughter an entire sorority and burn it to the ground.

It’s yet another spree gun killing in a time littered with them, from an over-entitled misogynist who was bitter and frustrated that a magical hot girlfriend hadn’t wandered in off the street to offer to blow his men’s right activist ass as was his supposed class, gender, and racial right.

And it’s hard to deny that virulent misogyny and bitter objectification of women as the sex class were the main driving force of his rationale, as much like Breivik, he left a lengthy manifesto and a number of vlogs specifically outlining the exact ways in which he felt that women’s failure to “perform” as a gender justified intense violence and mass murder.

Not that that has actually stopped the usual suspects from denying their deliberate hand and trying to hand-wave him as yet another “lone wolf” completely unaffected by the cultures he was obsessively steeped in and a regular member of, to serve as no other example but to illustrate how sad it is when “general crazy disorder” takes away a brain and what’s that? Oh, if all these murders are lone crazy people, then shouldn’t that be met with actual increases in social resources to treating mental illness? What? You’re breaking up. Stop being logical and let us other him before anyone puts together the pieces.

And that’s what’s so frustrating about this case.
Read the rest of this entry »


Hard Limit

And these people say my poly tribes’ practices are weird and unnatural.

Loadpants McSnore, National Creepy Guy That Touches Himself on the Bus:
America’s Moral Compass

So yeah, as many of you undoubtedly know, I am an asexual.

That’s sometimes a tough concept for strangers not just because the sexual orientation of asexuality is barely heard of in general culture and has almost no media depictions (gosh, how could that have an impact on how people perceive something), but also because (for those that have vaguely heard of it) I don’t act much like the first idea most people have when hearing the term asexual.

That is to say, many people just sort of assume that lacking sexual attraction to other people must lead naturally to a revulsion to sex in general often to the point of being made deeply uncomfortable by other people’s sexualities. The idea is often that asexuals are neurotic little celibates who put their fingers in their ears and hum whenever a lingerie commercial comes on screen and well… not only is that a terribly uncommon expression of asexuality in general, but I also tend to be on the other end of that.

I am kinky, I am poly, I am in a relationship with sexual people with sexual attractions and needs and I even engage in forms of sex. And that’s baffling to a lot of people because they forget the important part of the equation which is:

I’m a giant fucking nerd.
Read the rest of this entry »


Ask a Stupid Question…

Get a Snarky Answer.

Christopher Chantrill, American No… Just No:
10 Questions for a Liberal After Mother’s Day

Ok so I’m a bit of a crazy cat lady (there is no feminist stereotype I won’t embrace like a starving man on a discarded sandwich), so bear with me if this metaphor is a little bit specific, but… I’m starting to feel about wingnuts attempting to “have their own gotchas for once, dagnabbit” the same way I feel when my cat steals my pillow the instant I turn over to turn off the light. It’s like, awww, that’s cute that you think you are being clever. Then I flip the pillow out from under her, because I’m a human being, and we were born with opposable thumbs with which to lord over our pets like nature’s ultimate assholes.

So yeah, it’s been an obsession on the right for a long damn time, but especially since Saint Sarah the First flamed out like Icarus riding a Phoenix whining about how unfair it was to be asked softball questions as if seeking the second-highest position in America should like be something one has to work for rather than being one’s holy birthright for being self-immolatingly publicly pious. Now, every Johnny Two-by-four thinks they’re going to personally avenge the conservative seventh dragon by constructing the ultimate rejoinder to liberals everywhere usually consisting of A)a conspiracy theory, B)some loose stool of an ignorance like “well, if there’s global warming, then why is it snowing in winter”, or C)most likely both.

And it’s honestly kind of adorable.

Because conservatives are really stupid and ignorant about the world around them. And that’s kind of because they have to be to be conservatives. Being a “good tribe member” requires one to ignore one’s lying eyes and accept about nine different types of complete fuckwittery and various high-level conspiracies before we even get into the point of even the most self-serving asshole not being able to avoid the knowledge that they are being asked to ruin their lives and their planet for the very temporary enrichment of a handful of rich fucks who honestly couldn’t give a fuck about the rest of us.

And as such, their questions serve like softballs lining up for a gauntlet of CBT* fetishists.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • You know how you liberals think we’re all about arguing against the straw men in our heads? Well… look at my Bic Lighter liberals and recoil in fear!!!!

Read the rest of this entry »


Oh Hai Fish, How’s Your Barrel?

A dumbass teenager, you say? Unpossible!

Tal Fortgang, The Princeton Privilege:
Checking My Privilege: Character as the Basis of Privilege

Ok, let’s be frankly honest. Today’s post isn’t shooting fish in a barrel, it’s shooting fish in a barrel with a fucking rocket launcher that is loaded with fish-seeking rockets and the entire barrel is loaded with land-mines and the fish are genetically engineered to jump towards weapon fire. This is such easy mode, I might as well be going through life as… well, the exact type of person who wrote today’s post. Not to suggest that this job is difficult on average. I mean, I’m mocking wingnuts. If I wanted a challenge, I’d just survive my day-to-day life instead.

But even so, today’s post involves a student conservative paper (already we’ve dropped the difficulty to Liverpool versus a drunken pub team). Not only that, but it’s an opinion piece written by a freshman (easier than some peoples’ mothers), staggering blinking into the daylight of a slightly more general culture and education (I mean, let’s be honest, it’s still Princeton) from their cocoon of immense wealth and privilege (and what does it say when going to fucking PRINCETON is a change that makes one more aware of the experiences of a general community, I mean, holy fuck, is this kid Richie Rich). And on top of that, it’s a staggeringly lucky malcontempt who will likely fail upwards into a vice presidency at his daddy’s company after graduation whining about how mean it is that people notice he has privilege (fuck working, time to kick off my shoes and take the rest of this post off. It officially writes itself).

Well, hell, seeing as how I recently took off whole minutes this week in derelict laziness, let’s set the post-writing software to automatic and take the rest of the day off.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • My life is so scrubbed clean of even the barest glimpse of hardship that the slightest commentary on my immense wealth and privilege feels like a combination of Hitler’s extermination of the Jews and the Trail of Tears. Somehow, I’m convinced that this reaction will make it less not more likely that I’ll be considered an overprivileged fuckstain on the couch of reality.

Read the rest of this entry »


Apparently Literally Nothing is More Natural to Republicans Than Denying Atrocity

Oh hey, exploiting the dead, finally an actually American tradition.

Chad Felix Greene, American Sociopath:
The True Legacy of Matthew Shepard

Denialism fascinates me quite a bit.

And it’s not because it’s alien in any way. In fact, anyone who has spent any time at all with young kids recognizes the impulse immediately. The way a young kid will try and desperately argue away reality even though they see clear as day that you saw them hit that other student getting themselves in more trouble.

It’s a common impulse in the sociopathy of youth to try and run from the success of one’s bad actions, because now everyone’s looking at you like you disappointed them. So it’s understandable that those who want their movements they’ve dedicated so much “love” and time to would want to reflexively protect them by erasing the most obvious examples of wrong-doing. How tempting it must be as a dedicated white nationalist to erase the history of lynching or make the horrors of slavery some ephemeral memory, especially if one longs to re-establish that state of affairs.

And just like with kids, the greater the crime, the less they want to admit to it. See the elaborate lengths those who spent decades encouraging the rapacious exploitation of the Earth go to to deny the existence of Anthropic Climate Change. See the twists and turns and knots that dedicated anti-semites and neo-nazis go to deny the Holocaust. Or the elaborate fantasy constructed to make things like the Inquisition or Hitler’s Third Reich into somehow secular atheist crimes.

It’s perfectly understandable (though hardly moral by any understanding of the term) that those who want to continue with those paths want to be seen as morally justified for doing so and erasing the legacy of violence or the most obvious examples of failure are an “easy” way to do that.

Owning up to failure, to atrocity takes a great deal of moral authority. Requires someone willing to examine their flaws and be brutally honest with themselves. And that can be really really hard. Especially when admitting and acknowledging that reality can mean a giant blow to one’s self esteem and self regard. On a smaller level, it can be easier to deny one has a drinking problem than have to accept all the pain that problem has caused someone you love.

However, it being common doesn’t at all make it acceptable. I mean, the shit happened. The damage is done and now either the car is sitting in the living room or a couple of million people were systematically exterminated. That shit doesn’t just go away because you want to frantically wave your arms and wish it away.
Read the rest of this entry »


Holy Shit, I Exist Outside Cyberspace

Totally accurate picture of me…sure, why not?

So, that news I was hinting at a couple of posts ago? I heard back from the convention organizers that it was okay to promote it, so woot.

The convention is the Preventing Violence Convention at the University of California, Santa Cruz on May 10th, 2014 and I’ll be doing a panel about “Asexuality and Sexual Violence” in the 2nd session from 2:30 pm – 3:45pm at the Cantu Queer Center at the University. The full convention schedule is available: Here.

One of the featured guests is going to be Dr. Jill McDevitt, a nationally acclaimed sexologist, and it is a great opportunity to talk about an issue I have a great deal of passion for and educate a general audience about something they wouldn’t often think about and may be the beginning of what may hopefully be more convention panels and other opportunities in the future.

So yeah, if you happen to be in the area or know someone who will that has a free day, definitely feel free to drop by or pass the word.

And yes, I am fully aware that this potentially outs me to the type of psychotic stalkers who love to circle around this blog like minnows that think they are sharks.

And to that I say: What of it?

Now on to the eviscerating of right-wing morons.
Read the rest of this entry »


Under Pressure

Insert Immature Constipation Joke Here

The Twitching Sweating Horde, Pressing Up Against the Walls of the Shit Dam:

Any drunken chimpanzee who has been aware of the right-wing for the last couple of years could see the buildup of pressure among the right-wing as they notice that their old euphemisms and dog whistles weren’t enough to literally stop the clock and keep it 1850 forever and so have been itching to be honest as possible if they are going to be sliding into irrelevancy forever.

And being as good as at least a heavily doped up bonobo on a good day, I’ve been watching this train wreck for a while with the correct mixture of horror and wry bemusement.

Because it has birthed some awful things (the relegalization of lynching in Stand Your Ground Laws, the weeding of conservative candidates to only those who openly support a second Civil War and raping all the womenfolk, the massive increase in state-sponsored and individual terrorism against minority groups, and the outright sabotage of democracy), but it has also revealed the dark underbelly on each and every one of the right-wing’s scams.

“We just care so much about teh babiez” has been openly revealed as the sexphobic babies as punishment for being women bullshit feminists have always known it to be. “Supporting gun rights” about shooting unarmed black kids and women who think they have a right to get away from you and getting away with it. And of course “we support America” to be we only support America when it is a whites-only utopia where we’re allowed to control everything, otherwise, this country and everyone in it can burn.

I almost have to admire the honesty even though it seems to be waking up that mushy muddle-headed middle who actually believes the voter-pleasing malarky of “both sides do it and the right course is in the middle” that maybe, just maybe, conservatives are assholes.

They’re finally being true to themselves. It’s only a shame that that self is a 150 year-old anachronism whose antiquated bigotries are no longer supported by the vast majority of people alive today.
Read the rest of this entry »


The Queen of the White Welfare Cowboys Sharts a Larf.


Via Roy, TPM and Slate and featuring the biggest “Welfare Queen” in the land and in the news, whose name does not end with what might sound like a synonym for penis, and as well, also, too, a last name that reminisces the last name of an early ’90′s analog of Archie Bunker.

Not sure how many Rich assed White Persons I will be pissing off, and frankly not giving a damn, Scarlet, let us introduce those who may have been living under a rock, to the embodiment of an “Entitled Racist Shitbag” by the name of Cliven Bundy.

Now that he’s won a confrontation with the Bureau of Land Management over grazing his cattle on federal land,


The Shitbag in question has been stealing from all of us for more than 20 years, at least. And yet, he seems to think that the most powerful force on the planet, the Negro is to blame, which brings me to a suggestion, that any of you are welcome to thank me for the lack of nice things in the world. By the sheer measure of my existence, of the sight of me and others like, we seem to have done more to support the continuance of the patriarchy and plutocracy than any other subset of humanity. Apologies to those for whom my existence actually buttresses the the boots on your necks.

The marriage of half dead Hyperbole to the long and dearly departed Irony can be a terrifying thing to behold.

Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy has time to hold court on everything from abortion to the current state of “the Negro.”

Bundy made some racially charged comments about government assistance in his daily news conference Saturday, according to a New York Times story published Wednesday.

“I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro,” the rancher began as he described a “government house” in Las Vegas where he recalled that all the people who sat outside seemed to “have nothing to do. They didn’t have nothing for their kids to do. They didn’t have nothing for their young girls to do. “

Blink, blink, blink…Blink, blink, blink…

If I did not know better, I might be inclined to think I stumbled out of the mangrove glen into a forest of chestnuts, a chestnut farm as it were…Forget the fucking blood of tyrants, the tree of Tory Liberty on these shores, in this “home of the Brave” has been watered with the blood of the “Negro.”

“And because they were basically on government subsidy, so now what do they do?” he asked. “They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never learned how to pick cotton. And I’ve often wondered, are they better off as slaves, picking cotton and having a family life and doing things, or are they better off under government subsidy? They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom.”

I see from browsing the comments from the last post that tsam has had a similar reaction to the ridiculousness in question, I’ll farm out the work, already done, to him. Such are my crafty yet nefariously shiftless ways:

He hit every single white conservative trope in ONE SENTENCE. This guy is a fucking genius.

“I’ve often wondered…”
No, you haven’t. You’ve often made up your own version of history and reality and then believed it was all true. This is the poor-man’s version of the normal right wing fallacy “it begs the question”, when it clearly does not.

“are they better off as slaves”
I’m sure there are millions of black people sitting at home, wishing they were owned by a confederate fascist. Seems legit.

“picking cotton and having a family life
Backbreaking work and deliberate system that was meant to keep families from being united–not exactly a family life, bro.

“or are they better off under government subsidy?”
Well, are YOU better off under government subsidy, Cliven? WTF kind of name is Cliven? Sounds like his name was something that he couldn’t pronounce until his early 20s so the impediment name stuck.

“They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom”
Cliven doesn’t know the definitions of the words more and less. Cool.

So we have yet another example of the marriage of innumeracy, bald faced pig-ignorance (apologies in advance to the pigs) outright naked racism and Projection that would make every IMAX theater in existence blush…In other words, standard wingnut fare.

Only in the hivemind that is what passes for intellectual acumen in the realm of Whitemanistan™ would this ersatz welfare queen be granted the following acolades:

In the aftermath of Bundy’s standoff with federal authorities, conservatives were quick to champion the rancher’s cause, going as far as to compare him to civil rights icons. Richard Mack, a right-wing former sheriff who helped organize the militia that gathered at Bundy’s ranch, said the rancher and his supporters were like “Rosa Parks refusing to go to the back of the bus.” National Review correspondent Kevin D. Williamson wrote that the Bundy’s struggles with the law paralleled those of Mahatma Gandhi.

Meanwhile, Rats and sinking Ships, is a phrase that comes to mind:

The Times reached out to spokespeople for Sens. Rand Paul (R-KY) and Dean Heller (R-NV), who have spoken in support of Bundy, and for Texas Attorney Gen. Greg Abbott (R). Those who responded distanced themselves from Bundy and his remarks.

No doubting that nudges and winks will follow…For as much as these assholes hate having to answer for the honest ramblings of one of their own, there is little question in my mind* that they hate even more being boxed in by their lunatic fringe and forced to admit behind closed doors that they “…really are racist shitheels, just like you, double serious, just can’t say so in public, but we still really, really hate the niggers, and will do whatever we can to continue blaming them for everything that is wrong with the country…”

*Ha to the fucking ha…These asshats not only embrace the bigotry of their fellow travelers, but enjoy the warm embrace they receive due to the mantle of martyrdom upon which they must climb every time they must apostacize themselves before the mighty and “Lieberal MSM.”