Oh Jesus. George Tiller, one of the few late-term abortion providers left in this country, shot and killed on his way into church this morning. I'm just sick.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah, I saw that -- horrible.
That's horrifying.
Oh, no! That's awful.
That's in Wichita! I know where that church is. I mean, I know where the clinic is for that matter.
Just terrible.
That is terrible.
That is terrible. I've made a donation in Tiller's honor to Medical Students for Choice.
French Open spoilers:
Oh, no, poor Rafa.
Why did I read that???? I'm only in the middle (beginning middle) of watching the coverage. I need more restraint.
Is it wrong that I much prefer Diversity to Susan Boyle (though I hate their name) and I'm so glad they won?
Oh, god, that's awful about Dr. Tiller. In a previous job, I knew June Barrett, whose husband was killed along with the doctor they were escorting in Pensacola years ago. Those were scary times. And she was a fabulous woman.
(Frat Boy A: incomprehensible whining and geebling; Frat Boy B (sullenly): Yeah, but I didn't do it! A: geeble; B: But I didn't do it!--for fifteen or twenty minutes, finally resolved when one of them got tired of it and just walked away)
My first NYC apartment was on the first floor in the front, and I will never forget the best drunken late-night conversation ever: One guy yelling, "I LOVE YOU, BOB!" I couldn't hear what Bob was saying back, but the other guy just kept yelling, "BUT I LOVE YOU, BOB!!"