Holy Mother of Gods.
If Levi Strauss is going to support gun control for ANY reason I am done buying them. Unless they have come from the thrift store. And maybe no then.
This is not a joke, it is not hysterical exaggeration, it is real.
Absolutely, utterly, fascinating. And the comment regarding chondroitin sulfate even more so.
Again, linked to from other blogs. This totally pisses me off. I know perfectly normal British people as well as Canadians who live in fear of deportation, let alone one who was actually deported, who wanted nothing more than to be a productive American citizen – but couldn’t get a chance due to our immigration laws favoring anyone from a country not of Western European stock.
Hey President Trump! Hey AG Sessions! Why is this guy not being deported already???? He’s been here for 16 YEARS illegally! He’s a felon and he isn’t ours, send him home where he belongs! If his wife wants to stay with him she’s welcome to go live with him in his OWN COUNTRY.
And it’s two women who posit this with much in terms of circumstantial evidence.
I came to this article via a round about clicking of links on various other sites; I think this is logical and believable.
My major issue with patriarchy is that men do not police themselves when it comes to abusive behavior toward their women. I would be perfectly happy to have been a home maker had things turned out differently for me. I was not happy to be abused and taken advantage of when I was, however. If other men had come to my (then) husband and confronted him about his behavior, forcing him to behave in a more loving and respectful manner to the mother of his children, things might have turned out very differently. For all of us.
ETA I’m including a link regarding this very subject to a post I wrote several years ago
If data about us, ourselves, does not belong to us absolutely, then we are all slaves. Permanently. With no option for buyout.
But Trump and all the rest of us are RACIST for bringing up the fact that these “refugees” are anything but, and have no wish to integrate and assimilate, to learn our language, or to subscribe to the American way of life. Gee, I wonder if they were receiving public benefits such as food stamps, welfare, and housing assistance as well? Care to take bets on that?
I first spotted this story at Arizona Central and my first thought was—-here we go again. Although labeled as “refugees,” are they going to tell us anything about the nationality of the lying husband and wife who got in to the US during the Obama Administration?
But after looking around at other stories about yesterday’s breaking news, I see we do have more information this time. However, my big red flag question is this:
How did these alleged terrorist Africans (supposedly Ethiopians, but their names are Somali names) get to Arizona via China?
I checked Wrapsnet and sure enough we do process a few refugees in to the US from China! How insane is that! With all the refugee fraud going on around the world, why would we trust anyone (Africans no less!) coming in via China?
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I have a kitten. I didn’t plan to get one. We already have two cats. But life has a way of forcing change on one.
I was on my way home at sunset. I was driving along in the left lane at approximately 65 mph and an SUV was in the outside lane maybe 100 feet ahead of me. I saw a lump in the outside lane and about five seconds before the SUV ran over it, I realized it was a kitten. So my OhShit quickly turned into an OhGod. I pulled over into the median as soon as I could without locking up and walked back to the kitten. It was just crouched in the road, exactly where it had been both before and after it got hit. It was moving its head so I knew it was still alive but I thought for sure I was rescuing it simply to take it to have it euthanized. Its mouth was open, there was blood on the mouth, and it was panting, and it’s eyes were huge. I figured it either was paralyzed or had a head injury. I scooped it up and went back to my car where I turned around and headed back to town, calling my husband to find out where the nearest animal hospital that was still open was. Surprise, the kitten wasn’t paralyzed, it tried to crawl under the seat. I scooped him up and held him while driving.
I took him to the animal hospital my husband said was still open, and when I walked in and told them the story they immediately took it back to have the vet take a look. She brought it back and said it was stable for the moment and she would get us into a room ASAP. She asked if I had a name for it and I said “I don’t know, speed bump?”
To make a long story short, amazingly enough, he is basically uninjured except for an abrasion to his ear and a large hematoma to his cheek. He also apparently got skunked at some point too which I didn’t even realize was coming from him until the vet tech mentioned it.
So. His name is tentatively Magni. Full of might. Cuz damn it takes some might to survive a skunk AND getting tagged by a car and only end up with some bad perfume and a fat lip.