Set your clocks…
I think we all know which Maryland law firm should immediately receive a resume from every trans woman in Maryland the nation.
Now the big question: Could Allah could have made Tebow into a legitimate QB?
From Raw Story:
A Boston police officer has been identified as the man behind an offensive Facebook page that attacked LGBT people, Jews, women and people of different races.
A WCVB investigation determined that Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority (MBTA) Police Officer Jason Barriteau had created the offensive Facebook page using “Al Sharpton” as an alias.
The station said that most of the scores of images posted by Barriteau were too offensive to be shown on the air, but several of the examples showed him mocking people with Down Syndrome, homosexuals, transgendered people, and he also posted an image of a man titled “The Rape Train Stops for No One.”
There were also examples of comments attacking obese people, Hispanics, and Asians. In one case, Barriteau is pictured wearing a T-shirt with the Pillsbury Doughboy sporting an Adolf Hitler mustache, and the words “White Flour.”
Countdown to some pre-Cambrian life form on Fox ‘News’ defending the thug’s free speech rights in 3…2…1….
From a splotch of non-journalism begging for a wittew bit of sympathy for The Knotthead:
If Karl Knott raises a bigot for a daughter, what are the policies he enforces in Chalfont Borough, Pa.? Karl Knott is the kind of person who makes you realize why so many minorities have no faith in the police to protect and serve fairly.
That’s a reasonable observation.
Quite reasonable, in fact. But…
The unspoken feeling that [Kathryn] Knott has betrayed us, gay men, is evident. Her actions feel more egregious than those of her two hateful, privileged male friends, since most of us expect that, if we’re heckled or bashed, it will be by straight men (or men who pretend to be straight), not women. For the most part, women didn’t push us into lockers. They didn’t tie Matthew Shepard to a fence. Women may not always be gay men’s allies, but they’re rarely our enemies. It’s sexist to think that women are nurturing, not nihilistic, but we still do tend to believe that. Unfairly or not, she’s being held to a higher standard.
Knott’s repellent behavior stings because women are supposed to know what it’s like to be oppressed.
Yet another example of What Used to be The Advocate engaging in de facto erasure of the issue of the terroristic rhetoric of exterminationism that a group of cis women directs at trans women every day. Clearly, the only thing that matters in the overly-privileged world of What Used to be The Advocate is Will and/or Jack having their feelings hurt if Grace turns out to actually be Maggie Gallagher. The reality that there are still women in positions to make employment decisions who have the mentality of Janice Raymond, Bev Jo Von Dohre, Kim Mills, and a certain disreputable cis female Maryland lawyer isn’t worth What Used to be The Advocate’s time and energy.
From Marilyn Geewax at NPR:
Jim Traficant, the Ohio Democrat who spent 17 years representing my hometown in Congress. He spent seven more years in prison after being convicted in 2002 of bribery and racketeering. He was one of only four congressmen in history to be expelled from Washington.
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Traficant died on Saturday following injuries sustained in an accident on his family farm earlier in the week. He was riding a tractor that flipped over. He lingered a few days and then died; he was 73.
Few outside of Youngstown will mourn his passing. Many will laugh at the memory of his oft-used command on the House floor: “Beam me up, Mr. Speaker.”
The bad toupee, the denim suit with the high-water pants, the bombastic style; he was like a profane cartoon character. When he was in Congress and I was a reporter on the Hill, people would laugh if I mentioned I was from Youngstown. My parents’ congressman was a punch line.
And, dead or alive, he will continue to be – just like Tom DeLay and the melted shingle on his head.
Trump, though, is safe at the top of the bad hair heap.