There's nothing I can add to this that would make it anymore poignant than Ellen's words.
But I will say: Let's get our collective heads out of our asses and stop hating. And more important than that, let's stop teaching our children that hatred of anyone because they are different - because their beliefs are different from your own - is right.
At least not if you are dependent on Comcast for your cable service.
Or if you get your news from FOX News, but if that's the case, I doubt you'll be very interested in this.
I am, unfortunately, dependent upon Comcast. It's something I've bemoaned since it replaced our Time Warner service a couple of years back. Not only do they have shitty service, they also like to play the fascist game of controlling your internet.
savetheinternet.com sent out an email containing this video and it should tell you just how fuckwitted these morons are. Be sure to post this to your own blog and let everyone know what is going on.
It's time for this bullshit to be put to bed.
This is one battle in a very big war raging against the freedom we enjoy on the internet. Behind this battle are people who swear that the government should control the internet for the good of mankind. To control piracy. To control pornography. To protect our children.
And to all that I have to say: fuck off.
If the parents aren't already protecting the children from predators on the internet, then they aren't protecting them from predators on the street.
If you fear your children will see pornography, then don't download it on the home computer.
If you fear your children will get online and see a naked woman or man, educate them about sex. They'll see it somewhere else, I assure you. A mind that is curious will find a way and if you forbid the very idea, they will go to the source. Teenage pregnancy predates the internet. The internet did not create premarital sex - if this is what you are so afraid of.
So, on that front, don't expect the government to raise your children. They won't do a good job. Trust me.
Do not let fear override your intelligence. Fear is a business. And these corporations know that. That's why they're preying on your love for your children in order for you to side with them in a war that will become the cyber equivalent of book burning.
If it's filesharing you're worried about, well, let me tell you - that's a big 'ol honking conundrum that won't be solved by taking on the role of fascist regime. Controlling someone's internet because they may or may not be downloading illegal files is like controlling someone's phone access because they may or may not be calling a hitman to off someone.
It's a ridiculous notion to think that a tight-fisted government can control a population for very long. I suggest you study the history books. Hell, even pop culture can tell you that eventually the people will get sick of your shit and take you down.
Remember what Princess Leia told Grand Moff Tarkin in Star Wars? "The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."
In other words, keep on doing what you're doing if you want an expensive revolution on your hands.
It all boils down to good 'ol censorship in the long run. Now, I know that people love a book burning because it makes them feel better about their lack of a big penis, but the bottomline is this: if you burn books, you're an asshole. If you censor the internet, you're a cunt.
Fight back. Write your congressman. More than likely, you'll get a nice "fuck you" letter back in the mail telling you they're not doing anything wrong, but they make great toilet paper. And if you keep bugging them, they'll finally take notice because, in the end, you are the ones electing them. You are the ones keeping them rolling in that lobbyist dough. Bitch enough and they'll listen.
Visit savetheinternet.com for more information.
"Take away the right to say 'fuck' and you take away the right to say 'fuck the government.'" - Lenny Bruce
Ladies and Gentlemen and Droids and the occasional Wookie:
If you've come here via an ad on BlogCatalog in the movies section, I must first apologize. You see, you're probably thinking, "What the hell? This blog needs more movie posts to be all up front and personal in that category!"
And you're right. You see, I paid for the listing, but submitted the wrong blog.
And here you are. The blog that SHOULD have been listed was this one:
But, because I'm a moron, I somehow selected blondeheroine.com instead.
So, you have three options:
1. You can leave and never return. You can curse me til the day you die. You can draw mustaches on my picture. I won't cry. I won't shed a tear. Because, by golly, I deserve it.
2. You can yell at me and call me names, but that's really uncalled for and I do have a pet Wookie. He gets angry when people call me names (unless it's names like Angelina Jolie or Scarlett Johanssen).
3. You can visit the blog that I MEANT to post: OtherKidsPackLunch. There's lots of cool posts coming up there that you'll be sad to miss if you don't. Such as my Indiana Jones Party how-to post or my love for Neil Patrick Harris posts. Seriously, this is really the best option. I mean, you could give me up to Vader, but do you really want to be forever known as the Lando Calrissian of the blogosphere? I didn't think so.
I'm certain that at sometime, someone - some wise someone - must have said something along the lines of, "If you only look around, you will find something completely absurd that you will take a picture of with your iPhone and blog about it."
Yes. It sounds very wise, doesn't it? So, I followed the advice of this non-existent guru (read: me) and discovered some chilling, er, discoveries at my local grocery.
I give you exhibit A:
Graduate's Finger Foods with Shrek's offspring picking their nose.
Now, I'm certain that this depiction of a green baby ogre picking his nose is going to make someone, somewhere, want to buy this...."finger food." However, personally, I just find myself wanting to play kickball with it. I mean, I'm not certain how else I should feel about it. Should I be saying, "Yay! Shrek's baby has its finger up its nose! Everyone! Buy this for your infant now!"
Of course, my distaste, pardon the pun, for Graduate's Sweet Potato Puffs starring Shrek, Jr. could have more to do with the fact that I hate Shrek more than anything else. Yes. Thaaaaaat's right. I hate Shrek. There. I said it. I feel better for it.
Which brings me to exhibit B:
Shrek's baby momma and their baby. I suppose this is supposed to make me feel all "awwww" and, I don't know, cutesy. However, for some reason, this only seems to reinforce my Shrek-hatred (don't hate on me, people!).
Now that I've got that out of my system, let us continue.
Exhibit C:
Rachel Ray Juice. Okay. That just sounds....wrong. It's actually olive oil. So, technically, it's Rachel Ray Oil. Huh. Still doesn't sound much better.
Walking through the grocery, I am somewhat perplexed by how many times I run into Rachel Ray. I turn the corner and she's trying to sell me some chips. Next corner, she wants me to buy some cookies. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's out to get me nice and plump. Rachel, I'm on to you. I've got my eye on you. Don't think I'm not keen on what you're about, lady.
Of course, it's also that time of year where all the greenery and baubles and boob-a-loos from the Holiday season are marked down to about fitty cent. However, I did not expect to find this on the Christmas clearance aisles.
That's right, my babies. You can get 4 - count em - 4! 4 Plush Asses for the low, low price of $0.45!
And yes, I picked up 8 Plush Asses. Just in case you were wondering.
And now, for our finale.
So, when you come home and start unpacking the car, removing all your shopping loot, are you always surprised to find that one thing you forgot you picked up while you were out? Yeah. Me too.
The question is, did I really NEED it?
She's a cute little skank, isn't she?
If there's a word I could go my entire life without reading, it's "chuckled." I say read instead of hear because when is the last time you heard someone seriously use the word "chuckle" or "chuckled" in everyday conversation? Chances are, unless you're hanging around with a girl who's wearing a pinafore and her hair in braids, you haven't heard this word used in any manner of seriousness in ages.
First of all, the word just sounds, well, stupid. It reminds me of things that have 
nothing to do with laughter and more to do with things that have absolutely no bearing on what I'm reading at the moment. Like up-chucking and Chucky, that ridiculous doll that needs to go away permanently.
Let me give you an example of "chuckled," so you can cringe with me.
"I don't think you'll be wanting to use that word." He chuckled.
In the blogosphere, no one can hear me scream. But I just screamed. So there.
I know that we all have irrational bouts of hatred from time to time and, most likely, I'm the only one in the word who feels slightly homicidal upon hearing the word "chuckle," but seriously - what's the point of this word? If I were queen, I would ban this word from usage permanently.
And yes, if you're reading this, I know exactly what you're doing. You're chuckling. Damn you.
Change is good
