Campfield asks: “Is the left sexist?”
How many female bloggers does Campfield link to?
Three.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, etc.
Edited to add: He seems to think that all lefty bloggers are “angry, rich white males who don’t play well with others.”
How’s that quote from Bull Durham go? “The world is not made for people cursed with self-awareness.”
As a side note, I think I’m totally going to call Tiny Pasture, Lil’ P from here on out.
Lil’ P over at Volunteer Voters continues to bring me news that consternates me. Let’s give each of them a moment, shall we?
—Roger Abramson is back with The Scene. Roger, I’m funny. Can’t you encourage Liz to read and love me? Fuck, Lil’ P, you’re practically her internet boyfriend. Can’t you put in a good word for me? I don’t know why it irritates me that Garrigan doesn’t know who I am, but it does. In her mind, I’m not even a blogger worth disparaging.
— Well, by god, if David Oatney says it’s true, it must be true. The Left hates Cubans. (Yeah, I don’t know either.)
–Okay, Lil’ P, let’s try basic reading comprehension. Edwards said that all of his $500,000 advance went to charity. The two co-authors on the book received $300,000 in an expense budget–in other words, they were given $300,000 to spend promoting the book. It’s utterly unclear whether they received that money as a way to hide their advances or if they were supposed to spend that money promoting the book or what. But it doesn’t matter. John Edwards did not say that all the money HarperCollins gave the authors went to charity. He said that all of his advance went to charity. Think of it this way, if you said “I’m giving all of my income from WKRN to Aunt B.” and then WKRN came to you and said, ‘We want you to take this $35,000 and make a commercial for Volunteer Voters,’ would I have any right to expect that $35,000? Of course not. That’s not a part of your income. That’s the budget they gave you to do a task for work.
–Here’s what I don’t get. Where in the New Testament did Jesus ever promise his followers that they could expect, nay had the right to expect, to never be made uncomfortable? Did I miss the verse where Jesus was all like, “Dudes, following me is so easy. You will never have to interact with people who are different than you. You’ll never be expected to extend grace and mercy to those who need it, especially if you don’t like their families. In fact, I pretty much expect you to be as cruel of fuckers as you can whenever you can.”? Because, folks, if your Bible quotes the Savior of mankind as saying that, I’m pretty sure it means you’ve got your hands on a satanic bible.
—Again, if Oatney says it, it must be true. The racism on the anti-immigration side of the debate is equal to the racism on the immigration side of the debate. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go finish up my “Eat this tamale or Die, Cracker!” sign.
–Lil’ P did not link to this article by Blue Collar Muse, but I like to call it “No, Ladies, what I’m saying is that you’re too stupid to be held legally responsible for your actions.” I, myself, after finishing up my “Eat this tamale or Die, Cracker!” sign, plan on going over to BCM’s house and paying one of his neighbors to bash him over the head and shoulders with it. He’ll be pissed at the neighbor, sure, but, hey, I’ll come to regret paying that neighbor to bash him, and so I clearly deserve compassion and caring.
I wonder what other things I can get off the hook for just because I’m a woman…
1. The Butcher could totally be on Psych. That’s exactly the type of scam the Butcher’s friends would find themselves involved in.
2. The orange cat is our own version of Bobby on Law & Order: Criminal Intent. In fact, I often call him Bobby, which infuriates the Butcher, but I’m just like “Hey, I’m just calling him by his Law & Order name.”
3. The tiny cat is probably already on 24, I just don’t know it because I don’t watch.
4. Sadly, Mrs. Wigglebottom would have been great on Pete & Pete, which is no longer on the air. I’m all the time trying to convince Mack to get a tattoo of a girl whose butt would shake as he flexed his arm, but he just doesn’t get how cool that would be.
(On a side note, the Butcher is lecturing me about how “Umbrella” is the sweetest song to be released in the last ten years and how I’d better stop making fun of it.)
Tiny Cat Pants 