pat robertson, that posterchild for post-birth abortion has done it again. he told the whore-mongering heretics in the town of dover, PA that they have rejected god from their city and if there was a disaster there they shouldn’t expect his help cause their pleas would be fallin’ on deaf ears.
therefore, i’ve just decided this very minute to go move in with pat robertson. that way, no disaster will ever befall me.
it’s foolproof, man.
please forward all mail to:
kimberley
c/o pat robertson
666 crazy ass lane
big mouth lunatic, loonybin USA 12345
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













i haven’t been to church since the reagan administration, but the last time i checked, god doesn’t abandon people because they live in pennsylvania! think of the eagles! think of the sucky pirates and the surprisingly good nitany lions!
What was your score on that HELL test again? I don’t think that living with Pat is gonna help ya.
MM
danny: i think of them often. so, so often. i’m thinking of them right now!
mcmeanie: i’ve just managed to repress the memory of the hell test and you have to go and bring it up again. but see, living with pat will absolve me of all that. that’s the beauty of it. i told you, foolproof!
Hah. That’s what you think. He’ll be smacking you on the forehead with a cross, screaming “get thee behind me, Satan!” from the moment you walk in the door.
er, i think you have ME confused with YOU, RAS.
All you have to do is become a Jehova’s witmess then you’ll be safe, well that’s what I heard