A Eulogy for Futurama

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Those who just can’t get enough of my writing (hi, Mom!) should check out my eulogy for the recently canceled science fiction series Futurama. It’s up as a guest post now on one of my favorite blogs, The Erstwhile Philistine.

Kermit Gosnell’s House of Horrors: Instead of Giving Up on Life, I Thought I’d Try Writing About It

If you haven’t heard about Dr. Kermit Gosnell and his abortion clinic of horrors by now, all I can say is: get an Internet connection.

The mainstream media, for whatever reason, did its best to keep it quiet, but eventually social media called them out on it. (I usually roll my eyes when I hear the words “liberal bias,” but I’m starting to think I should take those words a bit more seriously.) The whole thing is just a horror story of filth and torture, and it’s definitely not for the weak of heart. Here’s a quick summary: beheadings by scissors, piles of rotting dead babies (with some live ones mixed in), feet preserved in jars.

If you really want to know more, you can go here (if you like to read), or here (if you prefer soundbites, pictures, and links to fluff pieces about ’90s pop culture). At the moment, I’m far too pissed off to write anything coherent, but I have to write something, so let me give you the following thoughts: Continue reading

Gun Nuts and Abortion Nuts are Exactly the Same (and if this post doesn’t offend absolutely everyone, I should just give up)

[See an update to this post here.]

Yesterday marked the 40th anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, the Supreme Court decision that  declared abortion to be legal in the U.S. It was also the day of the latest school shooting, this one a slightly-less-headline-grabbing version than the last. And as I listened to the usual parade of opinions on abortion (which pretty much haven’t changed at all since Roe), and waited for the NRA’s latest asinine statement on how guns are the solution to all our problems, a thought occurred to me:

Gun-rights advocates and abortion-rights advocates aren’t all that different.

The gun nut is just the abortion nut dressed up as a redneck. The abortion nut is just a gun nut drenched in estrogen. I imagine that thought will offend nearly everyone (WOO-HOO! TRAFFIC!), but before you stomp away angry, let me explain what I mean: Continue reading

Season’s Shootings, or: I am an Ass

On Friday, when the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting occurred, I got the news via Facebook. (For those of us who have been ruined by the digital age, Facebook and Twitter are our main source of headlines.) I saw the usual postings that you see every time a story like this breaks. “OMG I can’t believe this happened,” “My prayers are with the families” — that sort of thing — many of them accompanied by links to news articles.

I didn’t click a single link. Continue reading