workingAmerica is so weird. So, in other words, you can now say "fuck," in broadcast media. Unless you are actually talking about fucking, inwhich case you have to use a euphemism.
This vaguely reminds me of the woman who, when I cautioned her about taking her thirteen year old son to see Rob Roy because of the sex and violence, said "I don't mind the violence, but I don't want him exposed to sex."
Hmmm.
Why do I think our priorities are backwards, here?
I'm sure I could blame this on the Puritans if I tried hard enough.
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In other news, 146-day rejection from Black Gate on Wednesday--another very nice one. I'm becoming accustomed to the words "almost," and "not quite."
We have our Return of the King tickets. I am such a geek: we're doing the midnight thing, and I took the next day off from work.
And Republican-controlled Nevada is joining other states in switching to the new electronic voting machines. The hackable ones.
Oh, this is going to be a bruised and bloody, unholy mess, this next election. Is it too late to ask for UN observers?
