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Two good posts

Pandagon and Shakespeare's Sister are two of my long time regular reads. They're
brilliant, and have lots of brilliance, including the two awesome women who sadly showed that John Edwards wasn't quite ready for prime time. (no! Sheesh, you people.)

Anyway - Amanda and Melissa rock. And so do Jesse and Misty (and other folks over there.) Misty put together two things - this video, and this quote from Melissa on hate speech, or "is you trying to shut my freedom of speech down."



Melissa's quote:

...if you really feel obliged to complain about having to expand your vocabulary beyond gay and bitch and retard, that says something decidedly more unflattering about you than it does about the people who object to your lexicon. Plenty of us have managed to figure out that refusing to use language which perpetuates oppression is not enslaving oneself to the language police. It's just doing the basic work required of someone who doesn't want to be a fucking asshole.

Jesse Taylor, who cracks me up routinely, came up with this gem, which I'll link but rip in full...

Pulling A Full Grandpa Simpson


Is George Will even trying anymore?

Umpires—the only people who are on the field during the entire game and the only ones indifferent to the outcome—were depicted in pre-Civil War drawings wearing top hats and carrying walking sticks. An account of the (supposedly) first game between organized teams—June 19, 1846, in Hoboken, N.J.—mentioned the umpire fining a player six cents for swearing.

Grandpa Simpson:

One way to get rid of them is to tell ‘em stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time we went over to Shelbyville during the war, I wore an onion on my belt....which was the style at the time...you couldn’t get those white ones, you could only get those big yellow ones...now where was I? Oh yeah, the important thing was I was wearing an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time, you couldn’t get those… (trails off)

I suppose it’s better than lying about global warming...sort of. Less likely to get you shellacked by every single other writer at the newspaper, as they’ll all be asleep.