Let’s have a Feline Friday! We have images of many Presidential pets in our Presidential Libraries, but few of them are cats. On March 7, 1995, Socks hitched a ride with President Bill Clinton across the South Lawn.
(Photo: Clinton Library, National Archives Identifier: 6036920)
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take this out of context, please.
you want to know how i know god doesn’t exist?
if there was one, he would smite any motherfucker who tried to list an apartment with such a perfect kitchen (celeste green stripes?! and so many caaaabinets) as “no cats allowed”.
as far as i can tell, there are at least a couple of dismembered bird parts littering the sidewalk in front of city hall at any given time. a friend pointed out that it’s probably just hawks that live on some ledge a few stories up, but i’d still like to think there’s some disgruntled citizen who thinks the best way to get their point across to the mayor is through moderately threatening littering.
#reggie thinks she’s people who has somewhere else to be.
this is what our tax dollars pay for
I find myself mouthing this quote a lot. The evangelical zeal with which certain corners of the far Left spout off about what is and isn’t acceptable…
i often enjoy reading and agree with what luke has to say about Things, and this is no exception. despite not doing any of my own research or further reading, i felt compelled to commit some thoughts to type.
i no longer read enough, and i definitely don’t write enough. i used to be a much more politically-minded person when i was always surrounded by even more politically-minded people who helped me maintain the momentum of reading and reacting and involving and -ism defining and supporting or challenging. but it’s always felt a little like trying to jump into and keep pace with speeding traffic on a busy highway; it can be difficult to keep every sensitive button on your radar without fumbling into some.
part of the reason i didn’t feel the need to seek out another group of bodies in motion was the pathological way in which some people try to force every unrelated issue to slant the same way as their own politics do. it happens in communities all along the political spectrum, not just tea partiers or evangelicals or tin-foil-hat societies. suddenly, consenting adults could be oppressing themselves, and that it took the point of view of someone clearly outside the group of aforementioned consenting adults to “correct” them is, to me, backwards and flawed logic. if you’re not in the pool that’s being rippled by someone else’s actions, how can you purport to know what effect the waves are having, if any effect at all? telling someone who has freely made an informed decision for themselves that they haven’t actually made their own choice is just a condescending way of taking away another’s agency, which for pretty much anyone except white males is likely the very thing they were after in the first place.
that’s much more than what i set out to say a couple of hours ago. i initially just wanted to quickly remember the image that popped into my head of the little pools of water, glassy until just one is disturbed slightly by someone proud of doing what they chose to do (possibly something sexy with a riding crop), and the people in the other, still pools of water can fuck right off with their power-sucking assumptions.
this apartment listing pretty much proves the existence of teeny tiny ghosts. should i call?
Having spent too long recruiting members, the finger pointing committee finally turned on itself.
haunted, expensive, liberal, and cold: an autobiography.