Pot Calls Kettle, uh…Black: James Dobson vs. Barack Obama

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Over the past seven years of the Bush Administration, I’ve realized that to know what people are lying about, just listen to what they’re accusing others of doing–which is exactly what Christian-right leader and founder of Focus on the Family, James Dobson has done by claiming that Barack Obama is ‘distorting’ the Bible. His comments come in reference to a two-year-old speech Obama gave in June 2006, while speaking to a Christian group.

Check out video of Obama’s full speech after the jump! Read More »

I, Slut: Girl-on-Girl Name-Calling

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Ladies, gentlemen: I am a slut.

No two ways around it: I like sex. I like sex with lots of different people. I like sex in lots of different ways. I like talking about sex. I like writing about sex. So I go out, and I hook up, and I do not always stick around to cuddle. This doesn’t mean that I’m all messed up inside, or that I need men’s approval (if you look at my “to do” list, you’ll see that “caring about men’s approval” is on the bottom, directly beneath “personally oversee the freezing-over of Hell”), or that I can’t be faithful or intimate when I fall in looooove.

It’s tough to define my motives for sleeping around, but, if I had to make a guess, I think it might have something to do with the fact that I have a huge freaking pleasure center in my crotch, and it feels good when people touch it. So yeah: I’m a slut. I call myself a slut. I let my friends call me a slut. I even let my dude call me a slut, although that happens exclusively in bed. Read More »

California Evacuations Suck!

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My mom wanted me to go to Columbia - where she went.

My dad wanted me to go to Boston College - where he went.

Of course, I chose a third option - head west to the lovely San Diego State University.

Riiiiiight - hot chicks, warm weather and palm trees year round…that is a no brainer for any heterosexual 18 year old dude that just finished high school. Of course, as I sit in the airport for the past 2 days trying to get the HELL out of this part of the country, jappy Columbia chicks and hippie Boston chicks don’t sound so bad right now.

Please don’t hate on me, I didn’t go to my college for the hottie factor alone, but I was looking for a unique college experience. Fleeing my dorm from the heat of an impending forest fire is NOT exactly what I had in mind. Read More »

Hooters: Eat Fried Food, Feel the Misery

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Hooters? Depressing? You don’t say. All I’ve ever had to do was take a look at the horrible orange and white paint job adorning the outside of most Hooters restaurants to know those places are a bevy of bad taste and depression.

Oh yeah, and fifteen year olds.

In my town, Hooters was the place adolescent boys with fake IDs and too much cologne spent their Friday nights when no one their own age would date them.

Hooters was the place high school’s biggest assholes went to feel superior to women who would never look at them in real life, as well as the place a friend’s friend once tried to work at but quit after some perv threw a popcorn shrimp at her boobs.

In conclusion: Hooters is drenched in grossness. Read More »