- I have freedom of speech
- You’re just stating your opinion
- Stop harassing me
- I’m not sexist/racist/spiciest/ableist/homophobic/transphobic but…
- Stop being such a bitch
- Everything you say is just opinion anyway
- well you’re just wrong
- omg bitch
The correct response is:
I hate plants, but love vegetation
I hate laws, but love legislation
I hate streets, but love roads
I hate frogs, but love toads
I hate dark, but love black
I hate drugs, but love crack
I hate sex, but love fucking
I hate throwing up, but love up-chucking
I hate deception, but love lies
I hate seeing things, but love my eyes
I hate cock, but love dick
I hate getting ill, but love being sick
I hate cum in my butt, but love jizz in my ass
I hate fragile things, but love things made of glass
It’s proved impossible for me to get this shot of former Philadelphia Police Cpt. Ray Lewis being arrested, published anywhere. I was adamantly rebuffed by the Philadelphia Inquirer, NYT, local NY papers, and Newsweek, before even looking at the photograph. One of the only published photos of this paradoxical and intense event is located here at the NYC Observer:
http://www.observer.com/2011/11/former-philadelphia-police-captain-ray-lewis-arrested-ows/
“When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive & we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.“
- Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan
You will never leave the house drunk again.
The most flattering picture of Michelle Bachmann.