I don’t believe in coincidences, accidents, or luck . . . any more than blaming another (which is irresponsibly cruel), remaining silent (as in an accomplice), telling lies, or passing the buck. 2,823 more words
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Oh goody, something else to label as addictive and dangerous. Because we were running low on things to clutch our pearls about.
Lots of profanity, so be warned. Not all of my posts will have it, not making excuses for it, don’t need to be lectured on how it’s not necessary, and if it really twists your panties in a knot, then you might want to just stick to my Facebook page. 1,559 more words
Let me open this post with a caveat. The violent display of white supremacist mobilization in Charlottesville, mobilization organized around a set of white grievances and a narrative of white persecution, is disgusting and, as the philosopher Jules Winnfield might say, not in the same league as some more mundane expressions of white grievance around property taxes or school boundaries or other aspects of metropolitics. 1,705 more words