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Get High From Just THINKING
but here's an x-mas thing anyway that Jessica at feministing found, and it's funny. Sort of.
with this one:
We had no security guard, though.
If you want to look at the site where Y actually was bored to tears, (except for dear Sister Pat's art room) for 3 1/2 long long long years, you can check it out. If you have time, you can read the rules which go on for almost a HUNDRED pages. Hope Y inspired at least a couple of them. Doesn't it seem strange that their god only needed 10 rules? Guess he wasn't obsessed with skirt length. Idle hands and short skirts are the Mother's workshop. Ha ha ha. Mmmmmm......
Thanks to Lesbian Connection for bringing this putrid episode of hipocracy to my attention.
...and a ray of hope.
"Do not have a baby. Unless you want to subject an innocent being to the shit that is going on now and that is likely to get much, much worse as time passes. If time passes."
Did my best, but this father says it better than Y ever could.
If you're carrying around a cell phone, they can tell you.
Everybody can use one or two or so internet identities. But, really, Y don't know what for, since they have huge satellites all over Earth and Sky that scan all comunications. And take pictures of our homes. It is so strange to me that when rummy and the other manly fighters talk about how they are looking for the 'terrorists', people don't wonder how they are doing this. Are they spying only on terrorists? Yeah, right. How would they pick out 'the terrorists' without looking at everyone? Sure, it's not a bunch of guys in outfits and headphones listening in on us. But it IS a bunch of guys in outfits and headphones listening to i-toons and working on the paramaters for the search engines, or picking out the 'good parts', or zero-ing in on the origins of certain communications.
Even more suffering children: