Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Phase out: Planned Parenthood, Phase in: AutoAbort

Good news! Your best friend the government just came out with a new vaccine! This one to prevent birth.

Instead of taking a pill every day to prevent pregnancy, you can just have periodic miscarriages.

Side effects: Recurrent bleeding and an occasional feeling of loss.




What I hate: Eugenics

What I love: Informed consent

Show me on the doll where the TSA touched you


People across America are really freaking out…..they are muttering the whole way through security, posting angry status updates after flying, making powerful “I’m going to do something about this “ eye contact with TSA workers at the airport …I mean really serious stuff. Rightly so I suppose….the government is paying for and enforcing child molestation, grandma defiling, even hot-girl under the shirt/over the bra action. That’s not okay.

I think the real solution can be found in that conversation we all had with our moms. Not the official sex talk, the one you get right after your first invitation to a sleep over party. I’m talking about goodtouch-badtouch. Really Americas are trying too hard to fight for their fourth amendment right. You don’t have to go through all the trouble of writing a brief email to your senator’s summer intern or having a pissy tone with the TSA employee. Liberty is way more attainable than that. No means no people. Our government understands that. We just aren’t effectively communicating the simple fact that they are sexually violating us….and taking pictures of it. They wouldn’t do it if we were…right?

So next time you are given the alternative of making soft core porn while undergoing a radiation treatment or being molested: pick molestation, and scream every time they touch you. Yell things like “bad touch!,” “no, please stop,” or simply cry in agony. Its not rape if you don’t scream right?….wait.

Listen America: Its not your fault. You’re safe now. Good for you for being brave.

I mean probably this little kid had a gun or something. Not like they ever actually find the guns.

Time to get real

Seriously. Look around. It's time.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Racially Inaccurate




One of the most frustrating things in today’s society is racial profiling. You see it everywhere. White people locking their car doors in black neighborhoods, cops pulling over black people when they weren’t speeding to look for drugs, taxis avoiding black people because they worry they will at worst be robbed, and at best be left unpaid. Not cool.

But black people aren’t the only people who struggle with racial profiling. As an American Indian (I’m not sure what kind) and an Italian (And some other cauc-boring heritages I don’t identify with), I too have struggled with racial profiling. Even some of the closest people to me have brought into my life the grief associated with racial profiling. My own husband, upon learning of my native American heritage (<1%), asked me if I had a spirit guide, if I like tribal music, and worst of all, if I could paint with all the colors of the wind. I was outraged. No, I don’t know how to use an axe. No I don’t sleep in a teepee. This is stereotyping. Racial stereotyping. I, like all indians, buy my wood at Home Depot. I sleep in a condo near downtown Decatur. We listen to top 40. We are just like you. Shame on you, husband. Shame on you.

Similarly, people always ask me…”Dinner at your grandparents must be the best!” And I mean, yes it is. My grandmother makes a mean Schiacciata. But that is a racial stereotype, and I do not appreciate it. Its not OK to assume that just because I’m Italian I can make really great bready foods, or that I have a firey attitude that makes me look prettier when I’m mad, or that I’m an excellent lover, or that I will age well. Those things may be true, they may not be. My point is that is it racial stereotyping. Let’s rise above this travesty and get to know people for what they are, without making assumptions.

What I hate: Racial profiling

What I love: Dream catchers and pizza

Monday, August 10, 2009

Polos For Piercings



I don’t know much about the regular sized Five Points, but Little Five Points (Atlanta) has a serious problem. Filled with great restaurants, decent shopping, and some nearby chain-
essentials (Best Buy, Borders, Target), Little Five Points is also plagued with a serious problem: weirdos.

Normally I would just forget about a place that has large groups of pierced and painted Goths, or white people with no shirt on and dred locks, or people riding their bike with two different shoes on and an oxygen tank as a backpack . BUT Savage Pizza has good pizza (Atlanta good, not New York good), and Front Page News has good dessert – and enough tv’s for every eyeball in the place to be watching a different game. I also hear The Vortex is pretty good, though I admit I haven’t had the guts to go in there because the entrance seems to encourage the hooligans, and they generally congregate there - after all, the tetanus shot is not 100% effective. We all say that we’re not cool enough to go to Little Five alone, but we all know the real reason regular people go there in groups is because they’re afraid to be licked or get their palm read by a man with no hands.

The Caucasian prep student in me feels very strongly about this issue.  And the Evangelist knows just what to do about it. So without further ado, I present to you a new ministry targeted at the freaks of Little Five Points. You give us your piercings, we'll give you a polo. 

We come in peace. We’re here to help. Please don’t touch me. 




Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I <3 Megan Joy Corkrey too...


1. She dresses like a church girl, but has a giant tattoo on her arm. 
2. She's from UT. Home of the Mormons, who I love.
3. She influences Paula to use big words like "relevant" and "current."
4. She's not afraid to pull her pants up repeatedly on live national tv.
5. I want to marry her.
6. Blondes aren't even my type.
7. And she sings well. 

Miss you Megan. 

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Paris Hilton is my new BFF


In today’s media environment that centers around sex, drugs, and prescription drugs, it’s very refreshing when young minds take a stand against that kind of trivial focus. It shows us that young people today do feel passionately about the issues and that they will no longer take the blue pill of denial. An excellent example of this kind of youth activism can be see in Paris Hilton’s new series, Paris Hilton’s My New BFF. In this MTV sponsored reality show, 16 women and 2 men compete in challenges in order to become Paris' best friend, forever. This reality show takes a stand against the unbalanced emphases of society in two ways. Firstly, in a world where it is quickly being forgotten, Paris shows the value of friendship as more important than sexual relationships. Paris shows a dedication to friendship that extends past a transient case of codependence. Instead she feels that friendship is an institution that should last forever. Secondly, Paris places a firm emphasis on sincerity, both in implementing a challenge to weed out “fakeness” and correcting the girls when they don’t give the situation the weight it deserves as she scolds, “I don’t feel like you’re taking this seriously. You’re laughing right now.” In order to create a more genuine world, she encourages the girls to honest with one another, even to the point of hurt feelings, which is proven in Britney’s words to Kiki, “kiki. You can be a real b**** sometimes. Like (whistle). Like you know what I’m talking about. Like a really big b*****.” Truly, Paris is a revolutionary, and worthy of the title of Seminal Psycher. Kudos to you, Ms. Hilton.

Why Can’t I be me, at the DMV?

So you have your E-78 Change of Name Request form, your current drivers license, and your certified documentation that shows the change of name (i.e. marriage license, divorce decree, probate court documents.) You even have the sixty-six dollars cash. You’re feeling pretty pumped because you know you’ve met all the CT DMV requirements for a name change.

The hour and a half wait is no big deal. You expected that. You’re ready. The periodic yelling and swearing of patrons before you doesn’t even scare you- you know you did your research. Then finally its your turn. The moment you’ve been waiting for.

“And what is the name you’d like to change to,” asks the morbidly obese high-school dropout behind the desk, “Austin Marie Sena McCaslin, please.” His answer, and the answer apparently condoned by the Connecticut government? “No.”

No, a space is not a valid character in a first, middle, or last name. As for all the Da Vincis, San Pascuales, or Di Nicolas? Well, your name is not recognized by the American government.

I see three routes for sticking it to the man in this situation:

1. Letters, emails, and petitions. Maybe a protest? I’m not really a fan.
2. Every baby from today on is named the same exact thing, varying only in the placement of a space.
3. All children are named using wingdings font.

What I love: People who live off the grid

What I hate: People who don't

Friday, August 15, 2008

This week in...."This Story is About Real People"










Sometimes in war it is easier to manipulate circumstances rather than committing to all out confrontation. When you charge an enemy, their defensive measures can cause all kinds of complications. But if you make the enemy think they are acting of their own will, you might accomplish the same end with minimal effort.


Yes, the kung fu of the red-bearded dragon is strong. Tangled in the snares of the red-bearded dragon, the chocolate lab found himself captive, far from the baby brown bear. She knew he was tricked and therefore went willingly, but how long could the baby brown bear fight for the chocolate lab, when she knew he wasn’t fighting for himself? Will she stand by her lab? Or will she rack up all kinds of credit card debt as a passive aggressive plea for attention?

Stay tuned for the next installment of…This Story is About Real People

Monday, August 11, 2008

I am

A revolutionary
Sexually active in the community
Not willing to indicate my race on questioneers
Always very quiet, but when I do speak, I am profound
Frugally generous
Basically a doctor
An untainted journalistic voice
Anxious ambivalent, schizoid personality disorder
Generally sedentary
An aficionado and a connoisseur
prone to achieving and exaggerating academic achievments
Also prone to wordiness
Often the source of conflict
Not able to acknowledge skinny people
I don't always leave the bathroom a victor
Thinking about this video.
Seldom at fault
In it for better or worse
Consistently overestimating my popularity
Twenty-two today


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Patrolin' and tryin' to catch me ridin dirty


Here is an excellent video-lecture about why you should never talk to the police about a crime under any circumstances: excellent advice. I feel very strongly about this issue, and would like to expand on this rule to say....you should never talk to the police about anything, under any circumstances.


Summary of why not talk to the police (from his lecture)
1. It cannot help you. Legally, what you say to the police can be used against you but not for you.
2. You may admit your guilt without anything in return. You can always confess later.
3. Any fallacy in your statement, even if unintentional, can be used to convict you.
4. Even if you're innocent you will always give the police something they can use to convict you.
5. If the police don't recall your testimony with 100% accuracy, their errors can be used against you.
6. Even if the testimony is videotaped, and the officer doesn't recall his questions accurately, it can be used against you.
7. Even if your statement is true, it can be used to convict you if they have any evidence anything you said was wrong-even if their evidence is not reliable.

Not from the lecture:
8. Cops are lame
9. and uneducated
10. and cost me 90 bucks

Monday, July 28, 2008

Sometimes it’s hard to let go...

Back in my home state of Connecticut- land of cold winters, Martha Stewart, and a bitter distance that resides between men - an interesting precedent was set by a brother and sister pair. These trail blazers, John and Diane Simmeck, were questioned when police discovered the remains of their mother had been decomposing in her home for approximately seven years. This wasn’t a surprise to John and Diane however. They had been visiting on a regular basis, paying the utilities in her stead, and tending to the estate. Why didn’t they report her death? Diane Simmeck couldn’t explain why she didn’t report it; she simply chose not to. And, according to Todd Fernow, a professor at university of Connecticut, school of law, she didn’t have to. There are apparently no laws in place that require family members to report or dispose of dead bodies. So take your time. Say goodbye. Or, don’t. Maybe there's a third option that we choose to overlook in our rush to decide.

The moral of this story is clear. Legally, and otherwise: It is okay to hold on.

The full story

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Man, this water tastes like crap


Well, city of Decatur, Avondale, Chamblee, and Doraville….that’s because it is.

“At approximately 6:50 p.m., DeKalb County Watershed Management officials were notified that the Scott Candler Water Plant lost power due to severe weather in the area”(7/22). The untreated water that began flowing through our pipes was “not suitable for bathing, drinking, or cooking.” However, officials did not begin to warn the public until 8:25 this morning, by publishing a website no one checked. Most people (myself included) didn’t find out until about 3pm today. Bummer man. You just drank poop.

For those of you reading this, while smugly sipping your non-recalled water, you might want to take a look at National Drinking Water Regulations. Long story short: the allowable amount of feces in water is greater than zero.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Can I keep him?


The more I think about it, the more I think a "river otter" would be an ideal pet for me- or for anyone who loves both dogs and fish, and is conflicted by the two very different habitats. I envision hours of watching my sea otter swim and play in the tank. I'd sprinkle some fish on the top of the water and watch him come to the surface and eat it, then I would use a hand signal to tell my otter it was time to come out, and it would jump into my arms. I'd towel it off, and we'd go take a nap on the couch together after a quick game of fetch.


Amazing Otter Video



It's just kind of a pain that Animal Planet has to spread so much negativity about such a beautiful creature. Any animal can be domesticated. Don't let anyone tell you different.

Animal Planet and their "can't do" attitude





Saturday, July 12, 2008

Campaign Update

I would like to thank all my fans for the overwhelming show of support. I would just ask that you refrain from playing "Hail to the Chief" outside my home after 10pm.

http://www.news3online.com/index.php?code=6hO2QW159ps144iqD5z1

But most of all, lower taxes



In light of recent political debauchery, I would like to announce my candidacy for United States president. And because I am all about transparency, here is a look at my future cabinet:

Vice President
Albus Dumbledore

Department of Justice
Secretary Bruce Wayne

Department of Defense
Secretary Gandalf the White (formerly “the grey”)

Department of Education
Secretary Charles Francis Xavier PhD

Environmental Protection Agency
Captain Planet

Department of Transportation
Secretary Hiro Nakamura

Other advisers to include:
King Aslan, King Aragorn




Wednesday, July 9, 2008

No shoes, no circ, no problems

Today’s politics are all about choice: a woman’s right to choose, black people’s right to vote, Burger king’s “Have it your way” slogan. Unfortunately, there is one group that is being drastically overlooked. Today, millions of male-Americans are being violated without consent in a process known as circumcision. A source that wishes to remain unnamed confided, “I wake up at night sometimes in a cold sweat fearing for the safety of my foreskin, only to realize that it’s gone. No one ever asked me. They just took it.”

Awareness about this problem is crucial. Visit www.nocirc.org for more information.


















"Circumcision denies a male's right to
genital integrity and choice for his own body."


Freedom: it begins in your pants.


Monday, July 7, 2008

Dude, your hate is like, so phallic


Sigmund Freud (1856-1939), an Austrian “physician” who founded the psychoanalytic view of psychology, lacked credibility and support both during his time, and after. Some argue that he played an important role in the history of psychology, bringing science into…the Sciences. But, his ideas were pseudoscience at best. He’s famous for the same reason that I read books by Toni Morrison: Sex sells. It doesn’t even have to be pretty.

There’s the Id, Ego, and Superego: a constant struggle between drives and the influence of society, the Oedipal and Electra complexes: children want to have sex with their parents, and the idea that sexual desire is what motives all of our actions in one way or another. Not all that legitimate.


But then, your completely innocuous google search of “God” + “fags” reveals the website Godhatesfags.com, a site owned and operated by the Westboro Baptist Church, headed by Fred Phelps in Topeka, Kansas, and you start to wonder. You read on to discover that their group leads daily protests in Topeka (supposedly six per day, and fifteen on Sundays, “Lord Willing’), and then you discover a link to their other website GodhatesAmerica.com (because they have fags there, of course). Suddenly, Freud ceases to be the “peepee doctor” and his contributions to science climb to the level of the Jarvik heart or the lamb-skin condom. Maybe that’s why people get so horny in church.


What I hate: Fags


What I love: God

I think she's italian, or maybe some kind of spanish

In an effort to avoid taking you away from your televisions on this, the day of the Dark Angel marathon, I will leave you with only one thought:

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence, he is just using his memory.
-Da Vinci

What I hate: The wiles of the red-bearded dragon

What I love: SciFi