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The other day Carlos was meandering through the house muttering to himself, and I, as a concerned and loving husband asked:

“What the hell is the matter?”

All love. And he replies:

“Nothing. Just doing my chores to earn my keep.”

“Your ‘keep’?”

“Yes, I clean the bathroom and then I am entitled to a meal.”

“Oh, you get a meal, do you? Did you forget I’m going to be gone tonight for work, and you’d be cooking your own dinner?”

And the howler monkey appeared:

“WHAT??!!?? I have to clean the bathroom AND make my own dinner?”

“Yes, and then clean the kitchen when you’re done.”

The muttering continued until I left.

Clearly when a cat gets the idea of Separation of Church and State, people will understand it, too? Oh, who am I kidding.

On January 28, Fifty Bandz, a 21-year-old Black transgender woman, was shot to death in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Her death is at least the fifth violent death of a transgender person in the first month of 2021.

When does this end; when do our trans brothers and sisters feel safe being themselves in America? When?

In the Are There NO New Ideas file comes the story that The Woodsman director Nicole Kassell is set direct a reboot of The Wizard of Oz for New Line cinema.

I guess that film classic that has been around for over eighty years isn’t good enough.

So, y’all know that Armie Hammer has been stripped of the very prestigious Husband-In-My-Head honor for his creepy cannibalism, skin carving, abusive sexual hijinks. But, as luck would have it, I found another Hammer. Matt Hammer.

Matt Hammer and his, well, they say she’s his wife, have a new home improvement show on HGTV called The Hammer Family, and I caught a glimpse of Matt’s smile, his beautiful bald melon, the guns in his tight T-shirt and an ass you could bounce a quarter off.

Yeah, I may be sending a new trophy out.

Congressman John Fillmore (Q-AZ) introduced a bill last week, which seeks to limit gender options on Arizona state identification documents to only male and female. In defending his Hate Bill, Fillmore spewed this nonsense:

“I don’t believe we, as a society, should have all of the different binaries identified. What’s going to happen when someday someone wakes up and they want to go to a far extreme and identify as a chicken or something, for crying out loud. Where do we draw the line?”

Smacks of that whole anti-marriage equality chestnut about  how, if we allow The Gays to marry, people will marry their cars or their children and …whatever. Same idiot nonsense, for a new idiot argument.

In other nonsense news, an ALLEGED literacy program in Utah’s Murry school district helps to bring in inclusive books into the classroom. While most of the books at the elementary level deal with race and ethnicity, a boy asked his teacher to read Call Me Max by trans author Kyle Lukoff, a book about a trans boy who wants to go by a name other than his birth name.

After the teacher read the book, bought from home by the student, parents began to complain and now the entire literacy program has come to a halt so the district can “reevaluate” each book in the program.

Again, the book the teacher read was not part of the program but brought in by a student.

I guess Utah only cares about cis literature.

GOP Senator Mitt Romney, coming off his vote to impeach the former president and being seen as a more moderate Republican, has taken a step back into the party.

This week Romney said he will oppose the Equality Act—which expands the prohibition on anti-LGBTQ discrimination—because he worries about its impact on people of faith.

Basically, he wants to keep the God Hates Fags contingent happy at the cost of equality for LGBTQ+ Americans.

Welcome back to the party of ignorance and hate Mittsy. Now …fuck all the way off.

Rush Limbaugh died yesterday and, well, since I was taught that if I can’t say anything nice about someone say nothing at all I will say this about Rush

 

 

 

But, since I also love a good bitchy quote, I will paraphrase what Bette Davis said about the death of Joan Crawford, to fit Limbaugh:

"You should never say bad things about the dead, only good… Rush Limbaugh is dead. Good.”

Thanks Bette.

I need some man now, and so I’ll stop and gawk at model Milan Petruska.

He is all kinds of dreamy, form the baby blues to the pillow lips to that lithe body.

I feel better now.