Hideous she-troll and noted idiot Ann Coulter appeared on "Hardball" last night. Responding to questions about her utterly moronic insinuations that Bill Clinton was a closeted homosexual, she admitted that she, in fact, had no basis for such notions, but countered that in any case, Al Gore was "a total fag".
I'm not even going to address the way she clearly believes it's a huge insult to call someone gay, other than to say it's asinine and childish, though use of the slur "fag" in the public media definitely pushes it beyond schoolyard trash-talk. I have two questions: one, why is this creature even given a media platform to spew the hateful garbage that she pulls out of her ass? Her books have been found by neutral parties to be riddled with lies and the worst kind of unresearched, unconfirmed bullshit that she presents as fact, plus she's a goddamn lunatic. The only place she should be doing any public speaking is a trash-strewn street corner with a half-empty bottle of Mad Dog sitting next to her.
My second question is this: how has what passes for political discourse in this country sunken so low that, first of all, Ann Coulter is considered a "political pundit", and, second of all, she's invited back on TV to call political figures fags after calling the 9/11 widows harpies whose husbands were probably about to divorce them anyway? What exactly does she have to say before she loses all credibility? I'm more than happy to talk politics with a reasonable, traditional conservative, I've done it many times, and we rarely agree on much, but none of them has ever called me a godless commie dyke (except Em, but not cause of political differences, that's just her pet name for me). I can respect a true Republican/conservative, even if I don't agree with him or her. But those people are fast losing their habitat (the plains where the conservatives roam free and roll around in their piles of untaxed money!) to the nasty wingnut fringe who resort to horrible personal attacks when their statements are shown to have no basis in logic or facts. It's just disheartening.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Crappy crappity crap crap
Yeah, so I've now been unemployed since the end of April. I have had several interviews, albeit not for anything I would be particularly ecstatic to get. The people at my dream job, the job on which I had pinned my hopes and prayed daily for an interview, finally sent me the "We received many qualified applicants" letter yesterday. This caused me to spend much of the rest of the day in tears. The jobs that I really want, well, they're not impressed by my M.A.. The admin jobs that I don't really want but am applying for because I need to work--they're impressed by the M.A., so much so that they don't want to demean me by giving me the job because I should really be doing so much better. I am completely fucked. Completely. Right now, the only solution I can think of is to go back to school, AGAIN, but this time for something like nursing, where they're handing out the jobs. I'm really at a loss, and never mind the fact that due to my unemployment, we've already gone through all our wedding money, which makes me slightly ill.
On the other hand, I'm having a creative surge. I'm knitting up a storm to finish a baby blanket for my friend before the baby gets here in August, I'm embellishing a few t-shirts with some punk rock embroidery, and I found a darkroom that I can use for a very cheap fee. I need to start the photography again and rock the multiple exposure, learn how to cut my own mats (properly this time), and get some of my stuff up around Madison. That would make me happy. Kevin wants to do the same thing with his drawings (my husband is talented), and starting a combo zine is not out of the question.
Still, a job for me needs to come up quick, or we'll be working on our zine on the street.
On the other hand, I'm having a creative surge. I'm knitting up a storm to finish a baby blanket for my friend before the baby gets here in August, I'm embellishing a few t-shirts with some punk rock embroidery, and I found a darkroom that I can use for a very cheap fee. I need to start the photography again and rock the multiple exposure, learn how to cut my own mats (properly this time), and get some of my stuff up around Madison. That would make me happy. Kevin wants to do the same thing with his drawings (my husband is talented), and starting a combo zine is not out of the question.
Still, a job for me needs to come up quick, or we'll be working on our zine on the street.
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