I have a different take on Obamacare, and, yes, it involves Senator Baucus's chief health policy counsel going on to a lucrative job at Johnson and Johnson, but Captain Yesterday is correct. We've been going over this shiznit for years.
I think I'm gonna go get high and watch Captain Blood.
Scott Betts wrote:
I don't really care about your consistency or lack thereof. I do care about you being an insufferable, hectoring* asshat towards Citizen Home.
So reading through more of the Hollaback! website, this thread makes more sense.
While there is some talk of hollering back when safe,* most of the page is about the power of online storytelling and shifting public opinion through conversation. There is even a lengthy academic-ese download, DIALOGUE THROUGH STANDPOINT: Understanding Women’s and Men’s Standpoints of Sexual Harassment, that they recommend thusly:
"This article explains that men and women experience and understand sexual harassment in different ways. Dougherty makes the argument that in order for effective policy on sexual harassment to be created, the standpoints of both men and women will have to be taken into consideration."
I scanned some of it, but it was pretty academic. Might be of some use for some in the thread, though.
I commend you on your superlative taste in hairstyle fashions.
Actually, they seem to be more interested in dealing drugs than freeing slaves.
We started at 6th-level and one of them looked in Ultimate Campaign--which I haven't even opened--and invested in a Black Market. Next level, he's planning on taking Leadership.
I'm provisionally calling the campaign Kingpinmaker.
[Fascist Hellknight]You see what happens when you give the slaves their freedom? They wallow in crime and vice like a hog in filth! Lord Dice is right![/Fascist Hellknight]
Mama Kelsey's halfling paladin lies a-molderin' in the grave,
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Burn it down!
A holiday, a holiday
And when the meeting it was done
"Come home with me, little Doodlebug
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
"But if I am Lord Dice's wife
And Dicey the Rat who was standing by
And in his hurry to carry the news
Little Doodlebug, he lay down
Saying, "How do you like my feather bed
"Oh, well, I like your feather bed
"Well, get up, get up", Lord Dice cried
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up
"Well, it's true I have two beaten swords
"And you will strike the very first blow
So Doodle struck the very first blow
And then Lord Dice he took his wife
And then up spoke his own dear wife
Lord Dice, he jumped up
"A grave, a grave", Lord Dice cried
[Burns down Diceton Abbey]
When Doodlebug was in pharaoh's landLet my people goooooooo
Another fun tidbit I forgot to mention above: I was reading an article in The New York Review of Books years ago, a review of a couple of new high-falutin', university-press history books and one of them was an analysis of some Jamaican slaveowner's diaries. [EDIT: Behind a paywall, but here it is.]
The dude was quite the list maker. Among many of the other things that he listed, he kept track of all of the slave women he had coitus with. I don't recall the exact number, but it was somewhere in the three-digit range.
Burn it down!
Vive le Galt!
Lady Dice wrote:
Good morning, milinealsovereignlady.
Malachi Silverclaw wrote:
Again, different versions mushing together in my head, but, IIRC, he did it with Elaine thinking he was doing it with Guinevere.
Oooh la la!
I've got the old-skool Legends and Lore in front of me right now and he is, indeed, a 20th-level paladin. Deal with it.
Two interesting things:
1) The character description is post-Elaine, but pre-menage-a-trois.
2) It says at the beginning of the Arthurian legends chapter that Mallory is the source they are working from.
Spanky the Leprechaun wrote:
What else is kinda not funny but sad in an ironic way is not two weeks ago somebody accused me of reductionism and said chidingly, "It's okay; we understand.....mostly Americans do this reductionism thing..."
In all fairness to Madame Sissyl and all other non-Americans, this somebody was an American.
Judy Bauer wrote:
My search engine is always at your service, milady.
And, although maybe not feminist per se, I thought The Tombs of Atuan and its subtext of female sexual repression bumped it a notch above the other two in the original trilogy. (Little did we know, at the time, about its subtext of male sexual repression!)
Considering having the Hainish books jump their place in the Great Doodlebug Anklebiter To Read Queue, but not sure...
"About this time an armistice was agreed to and the commanders allowed the troops to communicate with each other. Gallic soldiers used frequently in talking to tell the Romans that they knew they were starving and ought therefore to surrender, and the story goes that the Romans, to make them believe that they were not, threw loaves of bread from various points in their lines down in to the Gallic outposts. None the less the time soon came when hunger could no longer be either concealed or endured. Camillus was raising troops at Ardea, where after instructing his Master of Horse, Lucius Valerius, to bring up his men from Veii, he was busy training a force fit to deal with the Gauls on equal terms--while the beleaguered army on the Capitol waited and hoped. It was a terrible time: ordinary military duties were by now almost beyond their strength; they had survived all other ills that flesh is heir to, but one enemy--famine--which nature herself has made invincible, remained. Day after day they looked to see if help from Camillus was near; but at last when hope as well as food began to fail, and they were too weak to carry the weight of their equipment when they went on duty, they admitted that they must either surrender, or buy the enemy off on the best terms they could get--for the Gauls were already letting it be known pretty clearly that they would accept no very great sum to abandon the siege. The Senate accorindingly met, and the military tribunes were authorized to arrange the terms; Quintus Suplicius conferred with the Gallic chieftain Brennus and together they agreed upon the price, one thousand pounds' weight of gold--the price of a nation soon to rule the world. Insult was added to what was already sufficiently disgraceful, for the weights which the Gauls brought for weighing the metal were heavier than standard, and when the Roman commander objected the insolent barbarian flung his sword into the scale, saying 'Woe to the vanquished!' [Vae victis!]--words intolerable to he Roman ears."
--Ab Urbe Condita Libri V, IL, translated 1960 for Penguin Classics by Aubrey de Selincourt
As my goblin teacher used to intone in the classroom we had converted out of a couple of refrigerators and milk crates down at the dump, "Know your Livy!"