Impedimenta, etc.

My recent dreams are all telling me that I’m on a long journey (Gee, DUH, rilly!?). Last night I was rowing (rowing!!!) from Naples up to Marseilles. My skiff was wickedly weighed down with elephantine baggage to the point of taking on serious amounts of water. Even mid-size waves threatened to deep-six yurs truly.

The worst, heaviest offender was a Godzilla sized, packed to the rafters (with what?!) steamer trunk.

I don’t need a shrink to know what this one’s all about. To my mental health’s credit, in the dream’s last scene, I was pulling over onto a convenient island to get rid of the offending luggage.

I'm doing that in Wakey-Wakey World too.
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So, The Atlantic decided to do the smart, right thing and DQ Kevin Williamson, the angry demagogic white boy who famously broadcast that women should be hanged for having abortions. Not just executed but excruciatingly hung by the neck until dead. Why? Because it would hurt more.

Later in the same episode of the podcast, Williamson continued that when it came to punishment for those who had abortions, he “would totally go with treating it like any other crime up to and including hanging” -- going so far as to say that he had “a soft spot for hanging as a form of capital punishment” because “if the state is going to do violence, let’s make it violence. Let’s not pretend like we’re doing something else.” (source)

Nice, compassionate fella, eh?

I get why the Atlantic hired him – it’s about sales. If it bleeds or is startlingly, over the top, percussively and appallingly ugly, it leads and sells more magazines. Goldberg, The Atlantic's  editor-in-chief, was "surprised" to learn that Williamson REALLY meant what he said.

Jesus. WORDS HAVE MEANING! LIFE IS NOT ALL THEATER! If someone says they want one in every four American women to die, sadistically, painfully, BELIEVE THEM. They mean it!

As Steve M. over at No More Mister Nice Blog noted:

If you hire a lot of bomb-throwers, don't act shocked when bombs are thrown.

When your gift to the extreme wackaloon, dangerous right performs as you should have known he/she would, you can expect to lose buckos. We, thankfully, have constitutionally guaranteed free speech but we also have the freedom to boycott and shine klieg lights on the festering fire ants of hatred.
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A tiger cat zipped past me and Umlaut this morning when I brought out his brekkie. Was it Zeus? Blossom? Both are timid and don’t understand that I’m a pushover for a cute feline (and they’re ALL cute). I went in to fetch a plate for the shy beastie, hoping he/she would return. She did. It was Blossom who very patiently waited for Umlaut to finish before coming on board for her meal. Good kittens.

It’s been awhile since we've had cat parties at Bob and Donna’s Famous Valhalla Diner. I like this. MORE PLEEZ!
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Jen and Oni have been making the MOST amazing bread. I'm watching my carb intake BUT one little piece at brekkie ain't gonna turn me into Jabba's older, fatter cousin. I hope. In any case, Jen's begun making beautiful labels for these amazing loafs (which they should totally market and sell!). Below is the latest.