GOP is the party of voter suppression

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.

High fivin’ a million angels!

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!

 

What’ll it take?

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?”

 

*looks up* Nope. *flips table on way out*

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.

The question is HOW

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.

A little advice

If we’re in a discussion about the event of Trumpty Numpty’s election…

…and your argument includes the “white working class” as a group in which the left needs to invest more understanding and sympathy…

…I simply cannot take you seriously when you complain about “identity politics” as a syndrome on the left.

 

 

I blame Trump’s America for making me so mean.

It seems Assad is talking trash about Trumpty Numpty’s governing abilities.

This is worse than watching the Battle of the Blackwater. Rather than just “one pack of assholes attacking another pack of assholes, but with nice people stuck on both sides,” it’s one walking toxic gas cloud taunting another walking toxic gas cloud.

There are limits to using “asshole” as an insult. An asshole is necessary for the survival and good health of a body.

The criticisms would be apt coming from someone who isn’t already massacring his own people.

So now I feel like the solution to this feud is to put both Trump and Assad alone together in a room with a day’s worth of food and water, and then lock the door. At the end of a week, we open the door and see who’s still alive. The survivor gets a cabin in the mountains with full utilities and regular food deliveries, but only the most rudimentary communication devices. Like, he can call 911, he can call the power company, but he can’t get in touch with his goon squad. And he can’t have a pet. He can have houseplants. He can’t be trusted not to abuse a pet.