During college, I interned for my local U.S. representative on Capitol Hill. Since I come from a very politically-red region of the country, my Congressman was of course a Republican. I was unregistered with a party myself (as I remain to this day), but quite interested in politics. Continue reading
Opiate of the asses. Continue reading
The Sausage is the de facto fifth roommate. Continue reading
Apparently, if you donate at least 200,000 pounds to the Conservative Party of Britain- the Tories- you can go to dinners with Prime Minister David Cameron and “you can ask him practically any question you want”. “Thing will open up for you… it will be good for your business.” Oh, and “If you’re unhappy about something, we will listen to you and put it into the policy committee at number 10”. Continue reading
It’s sausage time. Continue reading
In the wake of the lessons learned from Sandra Fluke, what the Republicans seem to take from it all is not to be apologetic or remorseful of the wrongdoings of one of their sycophant, mouth pieces, but to find ever inventive ways to recreate the media firestorm that followed Rush Limbaugh’s vitriolic, odd, predatory, and cruel comments about Fluke, a private person speaking publicly about a national issue — but to their advantage. Continue reading
There was an excavator blocking my driveway this morning. Continue reading
It’s Southern Sausage Day! Continue reading
Attica! Attica! Attica! Continue reading