hey listen, i want to clear something up:
just because you come up with some witty new words that aren’t really words like “catastrophuck” and “blogviate” and “truthiness” and just because you can sit around on your high horse and talk about how everybody else is doing it wrong and you would do it so much better and you’ve got the self-satisified smug smirk of superiority down to a science, that doesn’t make you a political pundit worth listening to.
and just because you’re a politician of any particular flavor, pick one, who can send people off to war to be killed for any purpose whatsoever, pick one, or you’re on this side slinging mud and rocks at the other or that side throwing barbs at this one or you molest little boys or little girls in the privacy of your own bedroom and you hope and pray no one finds out about it but they do and then you find it’s convenient to blame it on drugs or alcohol or child abuse or a full moon, or just because you’re an elected official who also happens to be a closet bigot whose mouth runs away with you sometimes and you say really monumentally stupid things or you can’t keep it in your pants or in your wallet or out of your nose or you feel compelled to get behind the wheel after that 79th drink to plow into some building or tree or school children who just happen to get in your way or you’re just generally too stupid to know what’s good for you or the country — that doesn’t make you invincible or a representative of any particular state or country or anything really. it just makes you an embarrassment and a mockery of everything and anything. pick one.
and just because you’re 12 lbs, 3 oz with enough plastic implants to qualify more as tupperware than human and you travel in packs everywhere and you’ve got a miniature dog named tinkeranything that you carry in a purse that costs more than a small country and you find it fashionable to release your own sex tape that no one finds the least bit arousing except you and the distributor who stands to make a buck from the release and your idea of humanitarian efforts is sending underprivileged children in third world nations an autographed copy of your miniature tinkerdog making wee — that doesn’t make you a celebrity worthy of anyone’s time or attention.
and just because i have a blog, doesn’t make me a blogger.
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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













What’s a ‘pundit’?
well. according to the urban dictionary it’s:
“1. pundit : TV talking heads. Many offering view concerning politics.
George Will is a pundit””
but i have my own definition that defies logic. : /