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“Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.” -Christopher Morley

(His previous weighing-in can be found here.)

Would people stop insinuating that I don’t care about women just because war is what I get the most worked up about right now? (I’m not just talking about on this blog. For some reason it seems to have become a common refrain lately.)
Being anti-war and being feminist are not mutually exclusive. After all, it’s […]

We’ve started a little conversation in the back room that I figured I’d take back to the main table.
Where we left things: I asserted that McCain and Obama are both warmongers, it’s just that McCain is honest about it.
QUIN: [Obama] can say he doesn’t want South Korea-style military bases, [that he’s for] autonomous Iraqi govt, […]

Folks, the internet has been won.
Background: Something Awful commentators react to recently-released footage of then 16-year-old Omar Khadr being cruelly interrogated by Canadian officials at Guantanamo. Their reactions range from sympathetic to death threats—these soft children of privilege who never leave the comfort of their parents’ basement, let alone face unending hell in an illegal […]

I got back from San Francisco pride a couple of weeks ago, and that is one intense. fucking. party., let me tell you.
I thought I would be writing right now about the commercialization, commodification, and normalization of “the gay lifestyle.” I thought I would be talking about how the rainbow-banner Bud Lite banners were vaguely […]

But maybe I won’t vote for Barack Obama after all.
(eeeeeeeeeeeeek!)
I did genuinely want to.
I still won’t vote for John McCain. I will never, ever of my own volition vote for John McCain. Seriously, you’d have to tie up my children and threaten them at gunpoint to get me to do it. […]

Superheroes

JOSÉ ROSENDO DE JESÚS from the State of Guerrero works as a union organizer in New York.
He Sends 700 a month.
Check out this amazing photo-essay by Dulce Pinzón:
After September 11, the notion of the “hero” began to rear its head in the public consciousness more and more frequently. The notion served a necessity in a […]

Hooray! It’s time for another edition of… STRAINED ANALOGIES!

You’re driving a truck full of your own loved ones– children, significant others, your mom, pets, and whoever else is important in your life– over a treacherous mountain road. You’re determined, at any cost, to get to the scenic village at the peak. Too dangerous for a family outing, everybody said? HA! You’ll show them. No backing down now.

Every tight corner features a thousand foot drop with no railing. At first you overcompensate by veering away from the edge, hugging the inner rock wall. You reconsider this tactic upon passing a low row of white scrapes along the wall, and then an outcropping where a pair of tire tracks bounce away into the void. The children’s eyes are saucers, and your mom’s lips are moving wildly as she beseeches her God in silent prayer. Even the pets are shitting themselves.

Your significant other clutches your forearm and speaks in hushed tones. “Listen, hon, let’s just slow down and turn around. We can just stay at that motor inn we saw at the base of the mountain, right?”

Ashamed of your selfishness, you realize that maybe that this trip wasn’t such a good idea after all. Just what were you trying to prove, anyway? You are just about to apply the brakes, when…

…your heart jerks in your chest… there is a massive shape in the road dead ahead, only yards away… time slows to a crawl… is that what it looks like?… YES, IT IS…

You are milliseconds away from colliding head on into an ELEPHANT and a DONKEY. Just sitting there, in the middle of this narrow mountain road. Who knows why they are there. Perhaps someone is filming a clever political ad. Does it really matter? The fact is, there they are. A donkey, an elephant, and the likely death you and everyone you love.

Moment of truth time. What is your reflexive response?

    A. Swerve right and dive straight off the side of the mountain. Pretty much certain death for everyone, but at least you might have a fun ride for a few seconds on the way down.

    B. Swerve left and take your chances with scraping the rock wall like the car whose tire tracks you noticed before. Thing is, there’s another left turn just ahead, so if you don’t regain control fast, you’ll dive off the mountain anyway. But come on, at least there’s a CHANCE of survival.

    C. Aim to kill the animals by barreling straight into them, hoping that the impact of their destruction will stop the truck before it goes over the edge of the road. After all, there’s not only a donkey, there’s a frigging ELEPHANT in your way. Choose this way, and regardless if anybody is still actually remaining on the road at the end of it all, the highway will definitely be running with blood.

    D. Take your hands off the wheel and shake your fist at the sky, screaming, “Quin, this stupid little story of yours sucks ass. What am I supposed to be gaining from it?” Now, now. Let’s try to be constructive. You can be petulant if you want, but that’s not going to save you and everyone you ever loved from horrible grisly ends, will it?

    On one level, it isn’t really hard to understand, though it does require that one accepts the truism that people tend to believe what they want to believe, rather than genuinely evaluating a given situation into which they have poured a lot of emotional investment from a logical and dispassionate standpoint. It’s not like […]

    Happy Fourth of July! I’ll be on the National Mall in DC watchin’ the fireworks against the glorious backdrop of the Washington Phallus. Don’t even pretend like you’re not jealous.
    “Dick is a Killer” by DJ RX. Gotta love it.

    If you are not familiar with craps, it is a game played with dice, and the important thing to know about it is that you cannot win at it unless you figure out some way to control how you throw the dice…ie, you cheat. You CANNOT win by playing by the rules. It […]

    “Geronimo,” or “Something people say when they jump out of airplanes.”
    It’s funny because I think if I wasn’t actually of Native American ancestry, I’d write more about them–as it stands, though, I suppose I feel like there is much less excuse for my lack of real in-depth knowledge about the history and culture–I’ve always had […]




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