I love Ask MetaFilter as much as the next obsessive internet trawler. And I think people get some really helpful answers to some of life’s most puzzling quandries (identifying song lyrics, figuring out how to fix one’s credit, how to whistle loudly). But some questions are best left to one’s self, loved ones, friends, family, clergy, heathcare professionals and others. For example:
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Of course Ann Coulter’s new BFF is a gay porn star
Published March 8, 2007 Uncategorized Leave a Comment
The conservative right’s new BFF, Corporal Matt Sanchez, it turns out, was once a gay escort and gay porn star. First he takes gay men’s money for his services, now he shills for the homophobic right. What a stand up guy. His 15 minutes started when he began complaining about how he was treated as an Iraq War veteran by his fellow students at Columbia University. Once that happened, the talking heads of the right (O’Reilly, Hannity, Gingrich) have been in his grill for interviews, gladhanding and photo ops.
Then, progressive and gay bloggers discover his past as Rod Majors, escort and porn star. This guy is a major douche. He defends Ann Coulter’s f-bomb even though he made his living off those f-bombs.
Check out this breakdown of the whole thing
An open letter Matt Sanchez wrote
An interview from gay blogger Joe. My. God. in which Sanchez “answers” the tough questions
It’s so much funnier to say that you were going to call someone a faggot rather than simply call him a faggot. It’s also way more imaginative than “I hate gay people.” The scary part: she got laughs.
Wtf?
We all know that Joe Biden choked on his foot earlier this week when he said that Barack Obama is “the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and is a nice-looking guy.”
Of course, this goes back to my contention that white people look at black men and see and hear only Buck Nasty. You remember in Looney Tunes when two characters would be stranded on a desert island and they would look at each other and see drumsticks and whole hams? It’s that kind of thing.
I won’t even touch the “clean” remark. But, why it would be remarkable that a Harvard Law grad is articulate, I don’t know. Clearly it wouldn’t have been observed of a white person of Obama’s background and education. Rather than re-invent the wheel, I will refer you to this article, which says everything I would say, only better.
Thanks Rachel for the link
The following is a list of movies that I do not understand– thematically, plot-wise, neither the meaning nor subtext. Due to their status as critical darlings, products of the cinematic avant garde, or brainchildren of brilliant, artistic weirdos, it increases one’s coolness to have seen them and be able to discuss them beyond “Jake Gyllenhaal is so much cuter than Ryan Gosling” or “OMG how does Keanu still get roles?” Preferably one wants to be able to discuss these movies at bars in NYC while ordering a Yuengling or a Maker’s on the rocks.
1. Donnie Darko Dude, WTF.
2. Lost Highway Thing about this movie is that it scared the SHIT out of me even though I didn’t get any of it.
3. Strange Days I feel asleep during this movie, but I hypothesize that even if I hadn’t, I still wouldn’t understand it. I think my confusion was the impetus for the impromptu nap in the first place.
4. A Scanner Darkly This is a little different than the above because I think I understand what this movie was trying to say/do, but it was not well-executed enough to be totally clear. That said, I don’t think I really understood this movie.
I am sure there are others, so I will add them as they occur to me.
The x-rays show no break or fracture. I have been instructed to continue taking my horse pill painkillers and hope for the best (My doctor didn’t say “hope for the best,” I added that). I have not been offered an explanation for the pain, however. Alien abduction? Gypsy curse? Old war injury flaring up? Feel free to offer your ideas in the comments section.
Coming soon: A return to our normal, not me-centered programming.
I am writing this post as an addendum to my really inconsiderate one about the ER in which I neglected to specify to my friends and family that I am totally okay now. I am really sorry it was so incomplete. I think the 5 a.m. stupor got to me…..Thank you everyone who read this and was concerned.
From God Hates Fags, the website of the Westboro Baptist Church, congregation of Pastor Fred Phelps.
