No, seriously, you guise, the don’t-let-the-blacks-vote efforts in Alabama for this election were really quite astounding. That they ultimately failed to stop a sufficient number of people voting Democratic doesn’t change that the people in charge were putting major energy into undermining democracy. There were similar efforts at work in certain states during the 2016 presidential election. Wisconsin, for instance, would have easily gone for Hillary if not for voter ID laws.
Republicans are going to keep on fucking with voting rights as long as they can get away with it. They’ll get away with it as long as they keep getting into office. They’ll keep getting into office as long as people who COULD vote for Democrats, choose not to.
Despite the Alabama poll authorities doing their damnedest to make it as difficult as possible for black folks to vote, they voted anyway and chose Doug Jones over Roy Moore’s dusty ass for Senate. Congratulations, Alabama! Here’s to a narrow victory of good over evil!
Damon Young has this to say about the confirmation of Louis CK being a serial sexual abuser, and I encourage you to read it all, but I want to highlight this part:
It’s not even how his work—which has frequently, delicately, painfully and hilariously delved into the politics of sex, sexual acts and sexual deviance, and his own sexual anxieties, proclivities and angsts—has to be seen as either him attempting to grapple with his own real-life demons or a performatively progressive cover allowing him a space to conceal his real-life misdeeds (or some combination of both).
See, this is what the truth about Louis CK means to me: it means I can’t enjoy his comedy anymore. It means I have to question what it meant to enjoy his comedy in the past. It means I can’t enjoy another apparently-progressive male comic doing similar material.
It’s not just that I can’t tell who the bad ones are. The situation now is more that I can’t tell who the good ones are. I can’t trust anyone.
I have actually, seriously, written up an idea for the mass shooting scenario that could finally, after all else has failed, get our politicians to get serious about restricting access to firearms.
As in, I’ve basically written the outline for a short story on what a mass shooting will have to look like in order to make effective bullet control happen.
That’s where we’re at, America. I am actually forming a positive answer to the question of “How many people have to die?”
As much as I’m a proud heathen, somehow I still feel like places of worship should be safer than most places. There’s no rational reason to feel this way, but when someone commits a violent crime in a church, that’s extra fucked-up.
I don’t want to know the name of the fuckhead who just shot up the church in Texas today. I don’t want to know anything about him except that he didn’t survive the chase with police. His name should disappear.
Last I heard on the car radio about the massacre in Las Vegas, the death toll was 58, and the injury count was over 550.
It’s like someone heard about the Pulse shooting and said, “Hold my beer.”
I’ve heard the shooter’s name on the radio. I will not use it here. That sorry pig-fucker should not be rewarded with infamy. I don’t care if he’s already dead. People who do shit like this should be forgotten. Their victims should be remembered, their motives should be understood, but the killers themselves should not have a place in the history books. Their names should disappear.
Also, I’ve completely lost interest in debating gun control with people who think we’d all be safer if more people carried guns. I don’t care about bullet usage as a civil right. I am interested in figuring out what kind of gun control measures work at reducing gun violence. That discussion isn’t going to happen with people who don’t want guns to be effectively controlled.
Here are some of my latest items at Society6:
And many more where those came from!
Right now I’m working on a little essay on the Twincest breakup (!!!), but for now, I’ll just share a few thoughts on the Game of Thrones Season 7 finale:
About last night.
Let’s deal with that part where Jaime is still tangled up in his sister.