Every day, as I write this for you, my dear friends, I think of Kermit the Frog. Kermit is the finest amphibian journalist to ever hop the earth. We should all try to be like Kermit.
Every day, as I write this for you, my dear friends, I think of Kermit the Frog. Kermit is the finest amphibian journalist to ever hop the earth. We should all try to be like Kermit.
Today’s outrage is courtesy of Kansas State Rep Pete DeGraf who has equated becoming pregnant from rape with having a flat tire. How so? Well, apparently women should ‘prepare’ for this eventuality by having a ‘rape-abortion’ fund so that the taxpayers are not burdened with the cost.
Rep. DeGraf is a first term (and hopefully last term – don’t let us down Kansas!) Republican who is also an Associate Pastor at his church. Could someone refresh me on the passage in the New Testament where Jesus tells the ladies to save up for an abortion in case they’re raped? Continue reading

It’s that time again! Gather round and learn…absolutely nothing of any value. Continue reading
A Canadian couple is raising their 4 month old baby without telling anyone the gender.
In an email the couple explained, “We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now — a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place?…).”
Is this the height of progressiveness or politically correct ridiculousness? Parentcental.ca
I am a disillusioned newsperson. I am crumbled against the dumpster in the alley even as we speak, wearing my tattered fedora, pulling a flask of cheap gin from the pocket of my filthy trenchcoat. And yet: I give you the morning headlines. Because a newsgirl never gives up.
“On a sliding scale of sexuality I’d place myself around 80-20, but I definitely prefer men to women,” the 51-year-old musician says. “I had sex with, and enjoyed sex with, women until I met someone that I fell in love with, and who is now my boyfriend. That’s the only real news in the last 12 years, but when it’s a slow news day I get dragged out of some closet again.”
I’m going to file this under sour grapes since Out of Time was the first compact disc I ever owned. I’d have traded the shiny (and large) compact disc player I got with it for a role model growing up. The 90’s were rough – yo. The Kinsey Scale has been published since 1948 and has over time become the de facto standard for measuring the scope of human sexuality. Stipe’s 80% claim places him somewhere between a ‘Kinsey 4’ and a ‘Kinsey 5’. Michael Stipe Is 80% Gay [The Advocate]
From Wikipedia: An entitlement is a guarantee of access to benefits based on established rights or legislation. A “right” is itself an entitlement associated with a moral or social principal such that an “entitlement” is a provision made in accordance with legal framework of a society.
News! We’ve got news!
President Obama is sticking by his plan for Mideast peace, no matter how much it pisses off Israel and, quite possibly, European allies.
President Obama is hopping the pond. He will visit Ireland, and visit the town of his Irish ancestors. The town is mad with glee.
George Takei is a superhero. Is there anyone else that approaches in-your-face homophobia and generalized ignorance with such good humor and aplomb? No, there is not. Takei is launching the “It’s Okay to be Takei” campaign wherein he suggests replacing the word “gay” with “Takei.” In the video below (which ends hilariously), he offers examples of how well this works. Break out your feather boas and hot pants for the Takei Pride Parade! That book isn’t gay, it’s Takei! Continue reading
The dictionary defines “Rapture” as an English noun derived from the Latin verb rapio, with a literal meaning of “I catch up” or “I snatch.” I define “Rapture” as “Aw fuck, here we go.” Now, I don’t know about all of you, but I like to be prepared, whether it’s keeping an umbrella at work in case of rain or being ready for the day of the Lord’s wrath against the ungodly which is supposed to last about seven years. For those of you with the FastPass to Heaven, bless you*! It doesn’t matter what you wear, as soon as you fist bump (with explosion) St. Peter and stroll through those pearly gates, you’ll be halo’d up and good to go for eternity. For the rest of us poor unfortunate souls, your Sunday best isn’t going to help you now, so ditch the designer duds and check out this guide for the ultimate Rapture wear. Continue reading