"Clark and I met on the Thursday before Labor Day, August 30, 2007. I don’t know exactly when we first said I love you, but the first email exchange containing the phrase, which he casually includes before signing off, is dated October 3 of that year."

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I…I think I have something in my eye…

December 25th 2010 Post has 1 notes.
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Short version of the story:

  1. Cop catches 15 year old kid smoking at a bus stop in LA.
  2. Cop beats up kid, slams his head into the bus and uses pepper spray.
  3. More cops arrive. Kid is released without charge.
  4. During the incident, several bystanders start recording videos of what the cop is doing.
  5. Cops pick Jeremy Marks, a 17 year old student, and arrest him at gunpoint (destroying the evidence on his phone in the process).
  6. Since photographing police is still legal in California, they charge him instead with “attempted lynching of a police officer”.
  7. The prosecutor makes an offer: plead guilty and he’ll only serve seven years. He declines.
  8. Jeremy is thrown in jail, bail is set at an extortionate amount his family can’t afford.
  9. He sits in jail for seven months awaiting trial.

But then, Google engineer Neil Fraser hears about the case, and provides ” the collateral to get Jeremy out of jail and back to his family for Christmas”.

The immensity of Fraser’s charity is matched only by the monstrosity of how Jeremy Marks has been treated.

replyorjihadnot October 22nd 2010 Post has 2 notes.
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Feel free and encouraged to add your name at the end of this cordial FUCK YOU to President Obama.


Dear Barack Obama,

You are an asshole.  It may be timely and popular to make a contribution to the “It Gets Better” video project, but I do not feel as though you have any right to  do so.  Your silence and inaction on behalf of the LGBT community has reverberating effects not just on policy, but also on society, norms, and dare I go so far as to say some of the reasons that today’s youth feel vindicated in bullying their gay peers. 

You hold the highest office in the land because, in-part, of the support of LGBTs.  Quid-pro-quo; you owe it to gays to stand up for them when it is unpopular to do so.  But even more to the point is that a large portion of our population believes that you are a Muslim because your last name is Hussein and the majority of those same people believe that people are dysfunctional because they are gay.  It is these people who are at the crux of a stupidly strong movement that is going to throw progressive leaders and ideas out onto the streets.

It’s not about gay marriage.  I don’t see gays biting at the bit to take part in a tradition that has for centuries demonized them.

It’s not about Don’t-Ask-Don’t-Tell.  I personally have no desire to take part in the defense of a country that doesn’t take part in the defense of me.  I don’t see the point of being able to serve openly in my country’s armed forces when our children can’t attend school openly. 

It *IS* about the the federal government, especially the executive branch, reaching downward and protecting ALL people who are equal in the eyes in the law.  

Things will get better when we actually elect leaders who fight for us.  You should’ve spent the time you did on your YouTube video figuring out how to use the bully pulpit to be a policy advocate for LGBT people so that we are legitimized in the eyes of OUR peers and so that our children are legitimized in the eyes of theirs.  You spent much of your video talking about the evils of bullying when you probably should have spent the bulk of it taking a stab at why gay youth are subjected to *so much* bullying; guessing at why gay youth are exponentially more isolated than others; trying to deconstruct why being bullied because of your sexual preference stings ten harder when you live in a country that legislates your being disallowed and discounted because of your sexual preference. 

This country isn’t reeling from a string of schoolyard scuffles, Mr. President.  You should be saddened - not only as a father - but also as the most powerful man in the world, who, in response to an epidemic, made a YouTube video.


replyorjihadnot, Spencerotica

herseaoflove August 27th 2010 Post has 444 notes.
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(via brettjohn)

So much has been said about the floods in Pakistan- but comprehending that one fifth of the country is under water is almost impossible. But they say that a picture speaks a thousand words. In this case, its two pictures taken three days apart after the start of the floods. (Image: NASA Earth Observatory)

Please think about donating aid to Pakistan.


And for the Pakistani Taliban to threaten aid workers is unconscionable.

In reply to a post about the people whose job it is to filter the child porn, corpses, and other offensive media from sites like Facebook and YouTube, User3523111_D recounted an experience they had moderating 4chan:

It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror… Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember when I was on 4chan… seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a page to delete some entries. We left the site after we had cleansed the pages of mangled bodies in car accidents, and this young boy caught us in IM’s and he was crying. He was incomprehensible. We went back there, and they had come and hacked every moderated board. And I remember… I… I… I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn’t know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it… I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a virus… a scripted bullet right through my firewall. And I thought, my God… the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men… trained introverts. These men who fought with their hearts, who had proxies, who had their mothers’ basements, who were filled with Cheetos… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to moderate without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment! Because it’s judgment that defeats us.

dictionaryofobscuresorrows June 9th 2010 Post has 515 notes.
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contact high-five


n. an innocuous touch by someone just doing their job—a barber, yoga instructor or friendly waitress—that you enjoy more than you’d like to admit, a feeling of connection so stupefyingly simple that it cheapens the power of the written word, so that by the year 2025, aspiring novelists would be better off just giving people a hug.

The Facts In The Case Of Dr. Andrew Wakefield; a fifteen page story about the MMR vaccination controversy. (And by “controversy”, I mean “shit fest”.)


Job market math!

This is a depressing concept, but an entertaining read (if you can get past it being in Esquire).

The Terrible Thing of Alpha 9!, chronicling the tale of a space bounty hunter who travels to a lonely planet to kill a terrible monster

A Tax Form for the Marginally Employed

Check all that apply and enter your total deductions on line 12:
#9 That/Which Deduction: Deduct $1 for every grammatical error in a sign or poster that you pointed out to someone else.

I am going to be rich!…with lack of taxes…and friends.

squidsandsarahs March 17th 2010 Post has 2 notes.
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7:11 am 11.20.1979 79º55’w 40º27’n, an installation in the lawn of the walled garden by Janet Zweig

During Prohibition, the United States government banned the sale of alcohol, but a large number of people continued to get drunk regardless. The government thought it would need more than the law to stop people from drinking.

Frustrated that people continued to consume so much alcohol even after it was banned, federal officials had decided to try a different kind of enforcement. They ordered the poisoning of industrial alcohols manufactured in the United States, products regularly stolen by bootleggers and resold as drinkable spirits. The idea was to scare people into giving up illicit drinking. Instead, by the time Prohibition ended in 1933, the federal poisoning program, by some estimates, had killed at least 10,000 people.

Emphasis mine.

mudbees February 20th 2010 Post has 280 notes.
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finallyseeing: justoneplace:

Things that occasionally make a person disappear:

1. Let’s say a woman comes home after a weekend away to discover an unfamiliar pastel-colored toothbrush sitting expectantly by the sink. No questions are necessary. The woman does not unpack.

This is not personal enough, is it? Not quite enough of the truth, but enough of it to not be a lie.

2. Let’s say there is the uncomfortable realization that your lungs have grown larger than any of your other organs and are now selfishly taking up far too much space in your chest. Breathing is now the only thing your body wants to do.

3. You say you want nothing on your birthday but that is false. You want what everyone else wants. You go out to dinner and it’s nice enough, but then you’re sitting on a couch next to the person you love and they’re someplace else again and they won’t even touch you, as if they’ve forgotten how, and it’s not that you wanted it all wrapped up in pretty ribbons, but because it seemed like today was the sort of day to feel something important from somebody else.

Scientific Fact #10: She’s Not Your Roommate Anymore

Yesterday you two were watching Jeopardy and your roommate went to get some pickles during the commercial break. She made all the normal pickle-getting noises but suddenly there was a thump. Not like anything falling, this terrible wet sort of sound maybe like bones and organs evacuating one’s skin.

"Is everything ok?" you asked loudly.

"Yeah!" she yelled back, but you could hear something in her voice that made your heart stop. There was no mistaking it - she was no longer your roommate but something entirely different. You weren’t sure what, but when she walked back into the living room and smiled a new, unfamiliar smile, her eyes a little softer, a little wetter, it made your hair stand on end.

You unmuted the commercials, told her you need to make a call and hurried up to your room where you sat with the lights off and the shades drawn all night steeling yourself for what you knew you had to do.

She’s not your roommate anymore. She’s not the girl who makes those amazing pancakes or who knows the area codes for the whole province by heart. Don’t overthink it. Sneak into her room now before she has time to suspect that you know, swing your grandma’s brass lamp right into her skull and spare her family the agony of having to live with what she’ll do if you let her.

Everyone will understand.