Enough is Enough

When it’s easier to get a gun than mental healthcare in this country, it’s time to nuke this place from space and start over.

I’d love to know just how many people (read: CHILDREN) have to die in the name of the oh-so-outdated and UNNECESSARY Second Amendment? Are guns that much more important than a healthy and productive society? Guns have no place in modern society–maybe that’s naive and if it is, fuck you.

The worst part is what happened today in Newtown will happen again and again before Obama and Congress decide to grow a pair and take the gun lobby on. This isn’t a time to cling to your personal rights, this is the time to put down your beloved gun, put on a brave face, and admit that YES, a well-armed society is a doomed society.

This is ridiculous, folks. Twenty children died today along with six adults. Don’t throw that tired, fucked-in-the-head “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people” mantra  at me because it’s thoughtless, cruel and so shit-covered that the even the most hungry of species wouldn’t eat it to save itself. As of this week, concealed-carry is now a go in Illinois. I had such high hopes for my home state–hopes that we weren’t gonna have to watch the paranoia parade that the NRA and its minions have been goose-stepping around this country–take place on my home turf. But it happened and once again, the rights of weaponry trump the rights of humans.

Take a moment and look around you–we live in a society. Sure, there are bad elements here and there–I live in Chicago fer chrissake–which has the highest murder rate so far in the Land of the Free–but does this mean we have to arm ourselves to the rafters because of what MIGHT happen? If you’re that paranoid, take the money you were going to spend on a gun and a license, and pay for some sessions with a psychiatrist. If you still feel the same way about owning a gun because it’s your ‘right’, then you’re ‘brave’ enough to spend some time with a parent who lost a child today and tell him/her why your gun is so important.

Ladies & gents, Madame Weebles

A must-read post by one of my fave bloggers evah, Madame Weebles.

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Also, I strongly suggest you read, follow and worship her blog–totally worth it and you’ll get that warm feeling down there when you do.
Peace and love,
Julia

Fear No Weebles

[Disclaimer: This is not aimed at my Republican buddies here, who are intelligent, thoughtful human beings.  This is for the members of the GOP who are hell-bent on fomenting hatred and encouraging discrimination, among other things.  Anyone who is offended by this, however, is exactly the type of person I’m referring to below and should be offended.]

[Note: I’m not generally a politics person.  I will probably never write another political post, so I wanted to make this one count.  I’m coming out swinging.  I might lose some readers, and that’s okay.]

Hey, wingnuts.  You don’t know me but you hate me.

I’m from New York City.  To you guys, that’s just another name for Sodom.  Y’all hate us city slickers because we’re not honest, hard-workin’, church-goin’, “real” Amuricans.  Yet my city, along with 3,000 people, took a big hit for you 11 years ago.  Fuck you.

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The Daily Dick

Pat Robertson deserves to infected with brain tapeworms. However, I think the worms would just be knockin’ around in his empty-as-fuck skull since it has become quite obvious in the past couple of decades that this man of God has shit for brains.

This ultimate third-rate con-man is now advocating moving to a country that not only allows, but encourages, wife beating: Saudi Arabia.

Why? The good vicar doesn’t believe in divorce and believes that wives should be subservient to their husbands. Oh and he doesn’t like Islam which is all kinds of weird since he doesn’t have a problem telling a Christian American to move to a, um, Muslim country so he can give his wife what-for and then some.

Oh, Grandpa.

“You’d think death would be bad enough.”

I love this country. Only in America do guns have more rights than humans and women are considered equal with farm animals by some of our elected officials. We also have some wacky laws –many of them in my home state of Illinois. Let’s take a look at a few shall we?

In Champaign, it is illegal to pee in your neighbor’s mouth. My question is, can you pee in your friend’s mouth? I don’t want to know how this law came to be, especially if the offense was really a scratch and not a pick. Also, I hope this particular law doesn’t cause any cacophony on wedding days in the more rural areas of the state.

Illinois is a land of Lincoln and of weird laws. The one below is no different. Thanks to my good friend Samantha Abernethy at The Chicagoist for giving this story life.

Wait for it …

Illinois Lawmakers Push To Outlaw Sex With Corpses

I’ll give you a moment to let that headline wash over you, and clean up the vomit you spewed all over your MacBook.

“It’s the law you didn’t know you needed. The Illinois House voted unanimously to outlaw sex with corpses and to make it illegal to move a corpse. If the bill passes, sex with a corpse would be a Class 2 felony with a maximum sentence of seven years in jail. Moving a corpse would be a Class 4 felony with a maximum punishment of three years in jail.

 State Rep. Daniel Beiser (D-Alton) is sponsoring the legislation and says, “It’s all out of respect for the deceased.” Apparently there is no law explicitly banning having sex with a corpse and currently prosecutors charge offenders with “criminal damage to property.”

“When you think of that, you think of someone going … breaking a mailbox or something similar,” Beiser told Illinois Statehouse News. “We obviously understand that isn’t adequate, that anybody who abuses or mishandles a deceased just demeans the meaning of that person’s life.”

Expect the all powerful corpse-fucking lobby to fight this hard.”

Have we humans fallen so far on the stupid scale that we need to be told it’s really really bad to make secksy time with a dead person? Is the only way someone can get a chubby is by porking a body riddled with rigor mortis? How did humanity get to this point? Where and when in our genetic timeline did some synapses misfire and it became a biological urge to schtup someone’s dead meemaw or peepaw?

We need laws in order to catch fish, or to tell us when it is acceptable to water our lawns.

Fine.

But do we really need to be told it’s a big bowl of wrong to screw the dead?

I’m flummoxed.

I’ll leave you with Sam Kinison’s take.

And a personal note to Ms. Abernethy — congrats on the best kicker ever. <golf clap>

QUESTION

When do we get to pee on Dana Loesch?

Seriously. Ms. Loesch may be attractive but she’s a dolt. A little unsolicited advice from McCrabass here — urinating on corpses is not what America is about. We’re not sore winners. Your horrible attitude will set this country back about 50 years — we don’t need that right now.

Show a little compassion — even for those you know so little about.