'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I've been dealing with relatives posting things about knife control for a while now. It is difficult not to engage.
"You're going to want to control my fist after it punches you in the throat, Grandma!"
...well, *my* grandma would just throw punches back, but that's just my family.
Everyone has an uncle Fucknut. ETA: The thing is, I would support, well, okay, maybe not "knife control" in the sense of everyone eating with sporks like in the Nervous Hospital, but, you know, plans to improve mental health and reduce domestic violence, which, off the top of my head, seem like decent "knife control". But people always act like they score a huge point when they say stuff like that. Like "She won't have an answer for THAT!" Seriously? I have all day to google how dumb you are...if I back off, I let you win.
And to the people on my Left: Yes, I can still watch "Justified" and be down with gun control. Because...not real...hello? But they are the same people who say The Wire Glamorizes violence, which proves they've never seen it.
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Everyone has an uncle Fucknut.
Oh dang erika, now I'm going to be calling him Uncle Fucknut under my breath every time I get an email from him. Because he's *that* Uncle Fucknut, the one who forwards emails with either a) kittens, b) insipid invocations of God, c) right wing idiocy, or my favorite, d) old man rants.
The thing that's cooking my goose about the pressure cooker comment is SOMEONE JUST BOMBED BOSTON WITH A PRESSURE COOKER BOMB TWO DAYS AGO! It's too soon to be gloating that it wasn't a sniper with a high magazine rifle.
It's too soon to be gloating that it wasn't a sniper with a high magazine rifle.
It's never too soon for Uncle Fucknut.
I know, right? That's what makes him(although I have two) such a freaking pleasure. Mine are like that about personal setbacks, as well. Like finding it hilarious that my brother ran for office and lost...it's hard to imagine him giving pastoral counseling and stuff, but yes, he's Reverend Fucknut.
Seriously, erika? He's an asshole. Then again, of COURSE he's an asshole.
You guys, I got my hair cut this afternoon, and (because my hair is so long that I go forever between trims) it was the first time I got to tell my hairstylist that I'm getting married. (I asked her if she knew when she would be on vacation, and then asked if she would be in town Sept. 21, because I was going to need her to give me pretty bride hair.)
She had the best reaction of anyone who I got to tell in person. (I like to think everyone who I told online reacted with a crazy dance party.) She jumped up and down and hugged me and grinned like crazy. It was awesome.