If you're going to blow

If you're going to blow $28,000 on a frickin' grilled cheese sandwich, might I suggest that you're a fucking moron?

Give me the money, you self-adulating asshat. I'll spend it better than you ever could.

Needless Markup needs me to spend money there. They're going to go broke if I don't buy some Manolos toute suite.
Seriously. I could have all those shoes and I'd still have money
leftover. What have you got in return for spending $28K? You got a goddamned grilled cheese sandwich.

If you've got that much money, perhaps you can buy yourself a clue. Until then, just give it to me to fund my shoe whoredom.

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I've often said that JFK

I've often said that JFK wussed out when he refused to supply air
support during the attempted invasion of Cuba called The Bay of Pigs.
I've always called it "JFK's cut and run episode." Amazingly enough,
for the staunch war hero he advertised himself to be, he was too much
of a wimp to follow through and provide the air cover he had promised.
I've always wondered what would Cuba be like today had the invasion
succeeded. Air support wouldn't have made it a slam dunk, but it would
have at least given the troops on the ground a fighting chance. No one
can storm a beachhead loaded with enemy fixed position machine guns and
artillery if they don't have air support. It's a physical
impossibility. Kennedy, veteran of the Pacific in WWII, most assuredly
knew this, and yet he still backed away. I've also wondered how many
Cubans and Cuban-Americans revile the president most Americans consider
to be the penultimate because of his gutlessness. Well, as it turns
out, I was wrong. There was air support. Not any that JFK sent, of
course, but there was American air support, nonetheless. One brave
pilot picked up his Commander in Chief's slack, did what he thought was
right and died for his efforts. Now, forty-three years after her
father's death, because America is what it is, his daughter is taking
Fidel Castro to court. Amazing. Go read more at the Babalu Blog.

{hat tip: INDC Journal}

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So, now that the head

So, now that the head Devil is leaving the Justice Department, and a departmental shakeup always occurs after such an event, I'm wondering if Robert's
going to be heading up the "Black Mass" section, or if he's going to be
in charge of carving '666' into the foreheads of unsuspecting newborns.
Because, you know, he's really qualified for either job. To my mind, it's a complete and utter toss-up. I wonder what kind of pay increase is included?

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Douglas aka The Last of

Douglas aka The Last of the Famous International Playboys has a
fantastic roundup of links regarding the hellish behavior that's
erupted in Ivory Coast over the past couple of days. Go and read.

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Numbers according to the local

Numbers according to the local ABC affiliate here in Minnesota:
Kerry: 37,351 50%
Bush: 36,002 48%
And that's with one percent reporting.
Just saw a little bit on the local Fox affiliate: the exit polls were
calling it 53% for Kerry, 46 for Bush, and 1% for Nader. The husband
just said that he's tracking the numbers; he doesn't believe the exit
polls as they're just not jiving with the actual voting numbers.
Hmmmmmm.

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...Little Stanzel yet on any

...Little Stanzel yet on any of the networks that we've been flipping through.

Although, we're sticking with cable this evening, for the most part.

If you've seen him, let me know.

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This is why I love

This is why I love the internet!

Click here for the raw vote count for Florida and here for the same from Ohio.

(Hat tip: Martini Boy)

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So as I fire up

So as I fire up a Marlboro Ultra Light 100, take a sip of my Sapphire
and Tonic (lime on the bottom) and wait for the frozen pizza to cook, I
shall list out my trusted sources for information this Election Eve:
Martini Boy, Instapundit and the Llamas.
These three will give you all the information you can possibly handle
and will be doing link dumps like you wouldn't believe. I've got the
wi-fi fired up and will be commenting as I see fit. My thoughts right
now? Well, it's obviously too early to call, but my gut tells me Bush
is going to get anywhere from 286-300. And I don't want him to get more
than that because the more he gets, the more incredulous the Democrats
will get. And where does that stick us?
Right back in legal limbo. And that is something that I could not
possibly stand.
Interesting observation of the evening (so far): the convicted felon in
my household is bouncing off the goddamn walls. As of right now, he's
honestly more into this than I am, and that's saying quite a bit. I'm
assuming his interest will wane as the night rolls on, but hey,
apparently being deprived of your civil right to vote makes this
election all the more interesting.

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When I cook, I like

When I cook, I like to have some media on in the kitchen. It breaks up
the monotony and keeps me from fantasizing about how I'd hire a
cleaning lady if I won the lottery. Less misery all around this way,
let me tell you. Today, while I was whipping up some enchiladas,
instead of watching Brit and his pals on my cabinet-mounted LCD TV, I
decided to turn on the long unloved radio.
I came upon the Hugh Hewitt show, said, "Oh, I can finally hear what
everyone's been talking about." Lo and behold, he had Lileks on. As God
is my witness, I never expected Lileks to sound like he did. Not like I
knew what to expect, I just didn't think he'd sound like he does in
reality. To clarify, he has a hot voice. As in he sounded hot.

Hmmmph.

Don't quite know what to think about this development.

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to make larger}blackouts to protect the innocent and my privacy.
This afteroon this flyer was stuffed in the front door of the Cake
Eater Pad. Apparently someone in the neighborhood has their knickers in
a twist over some dead foxes.
And here I didn't even know there were foxes in the
neighbohood.
While the Cake Eater Pad faces out onto a fairly busy street, behind
the house is a variety pak of manmade and natural features comprised of
large expensive houses and two marshes that are within spitting
distance. About a mile away is Minnehaha Creek (yes, the same Minnehaha
Creek Lileks is always going on about. It starts out west in Minnetonka
and meanders its way east to around the airport, where it turns into
Minnehaha Falls...if I'm remembering correctly.) Because of these
marshes, we get wildlife. If you were around this summer, perhaps you
remember the tale of the duckies that decided to hatch on the roof of our garage.
So, while I've made it a point to live in the city to keep my dealings
with wildlife to a bare minimum, it appears that this is not the case. Foxes, huh?
And this person wants me to make sure I'm not leaving any pesticides or
poisons outside for them to eat. Well, forgive me for recalling the
laws of nature to this person, but hey, if they don't have the good
sense not to eat poison, well, they deserve to die. I'm sorry, but this
is how animals---human beings included---evolve. It's called survival
of the fittest. Not like I'd deliberately leave poison sitting around
outside the house to kill a fox, but damn...honestly, why should I
care? Sure they might eat the field mice, but they sure haven't been
doing a number on the squirrel population, as we have nothing but wide
arsed and sassy beasts roaming the yard for acorns. If I choose not to
leave pesticides outside it's because there's a small child who lives
in the apartment downstairs. I care about him not being poisoned. I
really don't give a hoot about a fox.
I mean, unless it's for a coat or something like that. Then I'll start setting traps.

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Lookie at what someone tried

Lookie at what someone tried to sneak into the 1000+ page bill.

Sneaky bastards.

(Hat tip: Light of the People)

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Editing a sex scene is

Editing a sex scene is a lot like reading instructions on how to
assemble a nuclear device. It's somewhat boring, somewhat naughty, and
somewhat creepy. And, of course, Tab A and Slot B have whole new meanings attached to them.

*Maybe
you'll get more. Maybe you won't. Honestly, the whole editing process
is beyond boring so even I, as an author, don't really want to talk
about it all that much. I just thought y'all might be interested in how
I spent my afternoon.

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Must read for the day:

Must read for the day: Paul Johnson in Forbes as to why we cause ourselves more grief than we need to.

Human beings can be characterized as creatures with a
capacity to worry. Anxieties expand automatically to occupy the time
and nervous energy we instinctively make available for worry. Yet when
we have real, urgent and potentially devastating reasons for anxiety,
all lesser and artificial concerns disappear. In Britain during World
War II, when the country was in actual danger of being conquered and
people were in constant fear of being blown to bits by German bombs,
the incidence of psychiatric disorders (as recorded in doctors'
offices) fell almost to zero. Cases of suicide or attempted suicide
were rare. Buth with the war's end, incidences of both returned to
"normal" levels.
Politicians and businesses pay too little attention to the human
appetite for worrying and our propensity to create artificial
anxiety{...}

Go read the whole thing. It's fascinating.

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The caption reads: ...and

The caption reads: ...and
then I said to him, "Walt, you really ought to pay more attention to
Rove. He really is the wizard everyone says he is. Why, I heard that,
out at that studio where they filmed the moon landings---you'd know
something about those, eh, Walt?---they've got a Bin Laden-lookalike
shooting a video right now, so they can release it right before the
election."...

Now, I didn't want to have to do this. They backed me into a corner with this and my honor decreed...nay, demanded justice.

I feel better now.

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So, you survived purchasing the

So, you survived purchasing the turkey, right? It wasn't that bad, was it?

I told you so.

Anyway, today we will be moving right along to the preliminaries for prepping your bird.

After dinner tomorrow night---which would be Wednesday---make
sure you pull it out of the freezer and put it in the sink to defrost.
It takes some time to shake off all the ice, so just leave it in its
wrappings and let it sit in the sink. Pour yourself an adult beverage
and walk away, righteous in the knowledge that you're getting ready for
Thursday, even if you're going to go and have a bourbon while you watch
The West Wing.
You will be leaving it in the sink all night long to defrost. You could
put it in a roasting pan and put it in the fridge to defrost, but I'm
sure your fridge is already loaded with beer and wine for the upcoming
dinner and you don't have room for a bird in a pan in there. Honestly,
this is easier and contrary to the conventional wisdom of today, you
won't die of salmonella poisoning if you opt for the sink method of
defrosting.
Yet, if you're really paranoid and would prefer the fridge method, know
that you'll want to put your turkey in the fridge on Wednesday morning.
It simply takes longer. I suppose this would be a good time to talk
about stuffing. You assumed you were supposed to buy stuffing, right?
Well, ok, good for you then. I'm glad you picked some up because I
forgot to tell you to do so. I'm liking the fact you're a problem
solver: that makes my job all the easier. Well done, my friend. Well
done, indeed!
I always buy Pepperidge Farm stuffing
because I believe it tastes the best. Plus it's what Mom uses, so it's
got that whole "taste of my youth" thing going for it. If you opt for
this, I would recommend buying the Pepperidge Farm stuffing with the
blue label. It's loose stuffing and I find it works a lot better than
the cubed stuff. More pliable and easily shoved into turkey cavities.
But, if you're diametrically opposed to the notion of loose stuffing,
get the cubed stuff. No big whoop. The Pepperidge Farm stuffing tastes
good; somewhat spicy, but not too much to turn anyone off. If you've
seen a recipe for oyster stuffing somewhere and want to try it out,
well, I'm not your girl. I grew up in Nebraska and have lived in
landlocked states ever since: what the hell would I know about oysters?
Go bug some east coast bloggers for that info. There were some other
things you needed to pick up at the store besides stuffing, like a ball
of string, vegetable oil, a granny-smith apple and a garlic bulb, but
I'm sure you got those as well, so you're really on top of it. Way to
go, my little turkey-newbie. Top marks! Coming up in our next
installment: How to not freak out when you shove your hand inside the
turkey!

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Jonathan gets it absolutely correct

Jonathan gets it absolutely correct about the AFI's list of nominations for best movie quotes:

By quotes, the AFI explains, they mean the greatest "quips,
comebacks, and catchphrases." Swell.Why pay homage to great writing
when you have catchphrases to exhalt?
I'm going to assume that we won't be seeing a beautiful, heart-rending
line like "She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage?" Nah, who
needs that when you've got "I'll be back."

Now, I've perused the list. The whole
list. (Never mind why I did it: I did, indeed, have some time to kill
yesterday) You can find the four hundred nominated quotes here
(in PDF format). I have a number of problems with this list, but the
main one is that more than a few of them are comebacks---and they don't
provide the line the comeback is responding to. To put it bluntly (and
crudely): it's a half-assed list. Now while some doozies are nominated
in their entirety (i.e. "Surely you can't be serious. I am serious. And stop calling me Shirley.")
most of them are stand-alones: apparently, you are neither entitled to
context, nor to enjoy more of the brilliant writing which made it a
memorable line in the first place. Sigh. Anyway, Jonathan's trying to
rectify the situation: go over and nominate your best movie line ever.

Here are mine:

When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for their
were no more worlds left to conquer. Benefits of a classical education.---Die Hard

You know you don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say
anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe
just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put
your lips together and... blow.--- To Have and Have Not. (this is
one the list, but it's a fave. Forgive me for repeating it) (Moment of
abject admiration for Lauren Bacall. Gawd. To be able to pull off a
Lauren Bacall moment in real life. Wouldn't that be something? Sigh. )
There may be honor among thieves, but there's none in politicians. Lawrence of Arabia

What do you believe in, then? Well, I believe in the soul, the cock,
the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high
fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent,
overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe
there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and
the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core
pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than
Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that
last three days.
---Bull Durham (this is on the list in abbreviated format, because
there are dirty words and ideas in there. Personally, I love the bit
about the novels of Susan Sontag being self-indulgent, overrated crap,
but hey, that's just me.)
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. ---An Ideal Husband

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God love the literary hoi-polloi:

God love the literary hoi-polloi:

Who says people don't care about books? For the second year
in a row, controversy has swirled around the National Book Awards. Last
year literary lions were scandalized when horror novelist Stephen King
received the medal for outstanding contribution to American letters.
This year eyebrows rose among some critics, authors, and publishers
over the five finalists in fiction.
The main beef seemed to be that the finalists, all New Yorkers, are not
well known, and that their books are obscure or esoteric or both, as
well as poor sellers -- this in a year when several literary
heavyweights published books.
"I realize that I'm the heathen at the gate here," Laurence J.
Kirshbaum, chairman of Time Warner Book Group, said in an interview
yesterday, "but I believe that books which resonate in our society and
-- yes, to use that awful word -- that sell should be recognized in
awarding these honors." For a committee of five writers to make the
choice, Kirshbaum said, "is much too limited to reflect the book
business and the role of books in our culture."
The winner, announced Wednesday night, was Lily Tuck for her historical
novel "The News From Paraguay." The other finalists were Sarah
Shun-lien Bynum for her first novel, "Madeleine Is Sleeping;" Christine
Schutt for "Florida"; Joan Silber for "Ideas of Heaven: A Ring of
Stories"; and Kate Walbert for "Our Kind: A Novel in Stories."
Rick Moody was chairman of the fiction panel, which also included
Randall Kenan, Stewart O'Nan, Linda Hogan, and Susan Straight.
After the finalists were announced last month, novelist Tom McGuane was
quoted in The New Yorker as saying the award was "apparently tanking."
Last week, in The New York Times Book Review, critic Laura Miller wrote
that none of the finalists "could be reasonably expected to please more
than a small audience." Citing Nielsen BookScan, a rating agency,
Miller noted that four of the five books had sold fewer than 2,000
copies. She also suggested the panelists had deliberately thumbed their
noses at the "literary establishment" by tilting toward previously
unnoticed books.

So, lemme see if I've got this whole brouhaha straight: authors of
literary fiction, whose books don't sell nearly as well as say, John
Grisham, have their knickers in a twist because none of the books
nominated for this year's National Book Award have sold well. The
authors and their works are "obscure," they say.
Yet, amazingly enough, these bozos are the same idiots who can't sell
enough of their own work to finance the production of said work. They
willingly rely upon the sales of popular fiction to pay their advances,
while simultaneously never failing to bite the burgeois hand that feeds
them by bemoaning the Decline of Western Civilization popular fiction
represents to them.
It's the height of lunacy.
{Insert premature evil cackle of triumph here}
I forsee a time in the future, when my manuscript is published and the
royalty checks have started to roll in. I will be lazing about on the
beach of my newly purchased Caribbean shack whilst pondering on my
cabana boy's beautiful, thonged butt. Tearing my mind away from his
glorious gluteus maximus for a brief moment, I will raise my up glass
full of frothy pina colada and will toast the reading public's absolute
boredom with literary fiction and the pretentiousness found therein.
Because their boredom will have made me stinking rich, and, I
will know that somewhere in Manhattan, some young, earnest Princeton
grad will be setting down the words he believes will become The Great
American Novel(TM). I know he will truly believe this will be the
novel that becomes not only a National Book Award winner, but that it
could take the Pulitzer for fiction as well. It could even make some
money, too, he believes. Why, he's the next Steinbeck! He's sure of it.
Toward that end, he will work industriously at producing beautiful
prose and will fret over the placement of every single comma. He will
worry about getting the inevitable heartbreak just right.

While I know that he will probably get published, that his work will be well-reviewed by the New York Times Book Review, I also know he will never have what I have, simply because his work will bore the shit
out of his audience and no one will ever buy it to read it. They will
buy it because the critics have said they should buy it, not because
they actually want to read it. Yet, when they actually settle down to
read it...well, they'll keep falling asleep and the book will
ultimately end up gathering dust on a bookshelf. Our earnest Princeton
grad, ultimately, will have to take that teaching job to make ends meet
because his royalty checks won't pay the rent.
And I will still be gazing at my cabana boy's glorious ass.

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{click for bigger} Got

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Got this in the mail today and I thought I'd share. Guy is my nephew
and the eldest of the grandkids. He's a good kid and I'm pleased that
he got with the program and graduated. It was kind of dicey there for a
time, but he pulled it together and will have the paper when he
finishes with his finals. YAY!
Congrats Guy!

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Wooooh. While being universally panned

Wooooh. While being universally panned by the critics, it seems Alexander has one defender: Gore Vidal.

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - While critics savaged Oliver
Stone's long-waited epic "Alexander," novelist and social activist Gore
Vidal rallied to the $160 million movie's defense saying it was
"barrier-breaking" because of its frank depiction of bisexuality.
Stone's film opened on Wednesday to near universal pans from critics
who called it everything from a "noble failure" to an "indifferent
epic." The Charlotte, North Carolina, Observer said the movie was "an
act of hubris so huge, that, in Alexander's time, it would draw
lightning bolts from contemptuous gods." Vidal said the critics failed
to see it was a seminal movie because of its treatment of Alexander's
bisexuality.
{...} In an interview with Reuters, Vidal said the film was "a
breakthrough in what you can make films about. Movies are always the
last to register changes in society and this movie does it." Vidal's
novels and plays, including the hit drama "The Best Man," often deal
with once taboo gay themes. He said American filmmakers had thrown up a
wall against showing bisexuality out of fear of alienating the public.
"But I don't see why they should be so upset since the public practices
it," he said.

{Insert shaking of head here}

What have you got here? One revisionist historian defending yet another revisionist historian. Alexander's
not a "seminal" work (poor choice of words there, eh, Gore?)because it
shows Alexander the Great's bisexuality. Give it a rest, Gore.
Bisexuality was as common in those times as internet porn is nowadays.
Ancient Greeks and Romans enjoyed buggering young men. Why? Because
young men's bodies were seen in those times as the height of
aesthetics. Everyone who's ever had to take a course in school that
touched on ancient Greeks and Romans knows this. You haven't lived
until the nun who taught you Latin talked about the prevalence of
buggery in those days. Yet, even for me, it wasn't taught as "Buggery
brought down the Roman and Greeks," but rather that this is how they
did things back then. Modern notions of right or wrong never came into
it. It was simply a lesson in different cultures, different aesthetic
standards, different morals leading to the cultural acceptablitity of
different sexual practices. Portraying Alexander's switchhitting isn't
"barrier breaking." It was an attempt by Ollie Stone to get it right,
which he failed to do, once again. Why didn't he get it right? Well,
while I haven't seen the movie (meaning I make no claims that this next
statement is 100% accurate), reportedly Stone's script has Alexander
actually in
love with Hephaestion. Uh, I don't think so, bub. Bisexuality was
common then, yes. Not denying that one little bit. But that doesn't
mean Alexander loved his lover. Just because Plato wrote poetry about
the beauty of the male form doesn't mean even he fell in love with the
young boys he was buggering. That act, in Plato's day and age, was seen
as, well, unseemly. Shameful, in fact: you played with men, you were infatuate with them, but you most certainly didn't love them.

What was Ollie trying to accomplish here? Well, I'm pretty sure he was trying to push acceptabilty of bisexuality---today's
notion of bisexuality, meaning you can fall in love with either a man
or a woman and the matching genitalia is an after the fact thing---onto
Alexander's relationship with Hephaestion, hence furthering (or so
Ollie would think)the public's acceptance of bisexuality. After all, if
Alexander was bi, why shouldn't such a thing be publically accepted?
More revisionist history aimed at pushing forward an agenda Stone finds
should be commonly accepted today. And Gore Vidal, of course, would
back this agenda, because if he didn't what would happen to all the
revisionist history he tries to dump onto the public every day of the
week? This movie is far from "barrier breaking" to my mind: it's going
to wind up marginalizing the GLBT community because Stone got it wrong.
Let me explain: a few years ago, I was having coffee with Mr. H. and
his then boyfriend and we were chatting about seeing a A Beautiful Mind.
Mr. H's boyfriend was upset over the fact that John Nash's numerous
bisexual relationships weren't going to be shown in the film---at all.
Mr. H. took issue with this, saying it was the director's choice. It
was Ron Howard's film and he could do with it as he wished, but noted
that there, indeed, was a scene in which Nash's bisexuality was
acknowledged; it was that you just had to be looking for it as it was
subtle. This wasn't good enough for the boyfriend: he wanted it all out
there. Mr. H., who by this time was a bit exasperated, put an end to
the conversation by in effect asking, would you rather it was
completely ignored or if Howard had put a scene in there that got it
completely wrong? To consolidate his position, he then went onto to
explain the obvious: that Nash's bisexuality wasn't the central focus
of the story; that, yes, it happened, but it really didn't matter all
that much because it wasn't central to his schizophrenia, which was
what the story was actually about. The boyfriend wasn't convinced, but
he grudgingly accepted Mr. H's position. Personally, I think Mr. H. was
right. Does inaccurately portraying Alexander's relationship with
Hephaestion---portraying their relationship in a 21st Century
light---help Obvious Ollie's goal of furthering tolerance and barrier
breaking? I don't think it does. If Ollie wanted to get it right, he
could have. He could have accurately portrayed Alexander's bisexuality
and it would have furthered the knowledge we all gained when we were in
school and were taught that the Ancient's liked to get it on with men
as well as women; that they didn't think there was anything wrong with
it; that perhaps it didn't turn out so bad for them, so what's wrong
with it nowadays? That's understanding:
showing someone something in a different light and getting that person
to think differently about the issue being contested. But Ollie didn't
do that. He revised the history in question. He pushed his own
agenda on the story, getting it completely wrong in the process. He
didn't give his audience credit for having brains. He didn't further
understanding of bisexuality. Instead, he shoved it down their throats
and wants to force them to come to the correct conclusion. Which does
those of us who believe the GLBT community shouldn't be marginalized,
but rather embraced and given the same rights as heterosexuals, no
favors in bringing those who think differently on board. I've said in
the past that when people who are opposed to what gays and lesbians do
in their bedrooms actually manage to mind their own business, they will
come to see there there is absolutely no freakin' difference between a homosexual couple and a heterosexual one.
This is what I have seen. This is what I believe. By focusing entirely
way too much on Alexander's bedroom, Obvious Ollie didn't push
tolerance forward, but rather set it back.

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And speaking of Rottweilers, this

And
speaking of Rottweilers, this is Nessie.
She's the newest addition to the Doctor's and ML's household. She
joined up a little over a month ago, having been rescued from the
Hastings no-kill shelter and she's just the sweetest thing. While she's
part-Rottweiler (she's definitely a mix, but theories vary as to what
her other half is. I'm of the school that thinks the other half is part
spaniel, because of her body shape and hair, but I'm no expert on dog
breeds) she doesn't have a mean bone in her body and she's just too
cute not to share with everyone.

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