the other amanda
You should listen to me.
Why?
Because I'm fucking brilliant.
Why?
Because I'm fucking brilliant.
Jul 06
A Few Facts About the Honduran Military Coup
“1. There’s very little truth to anything you’ve read about the coup in American newspapers.
2. President Manuel Zelaya is no radical. He approved a big minimum wage increase, which was desperately needed in a country where so many workers are poor, but he otherwise has been a very cautious, ineffectual reformer. The intensity of the reaction against him by the Honduran elite — as seen in the coup — reflects the feudal mentality of the traditional economic and political leadership, not Zelaya’s politics.
3. Zelaya was not seeking to stay in power by unconstitutional means; even if his political reforms had succeeded, he would have been out of power within the year. The only side guilty of unconstitutional action is the coup plotters.
4. Based on his response to events in Honduras, Barack Obama may as well be Ronald Reagan or George Bush when it comes to coups in Latin America. The Obama administration initially managed to muster ‘concern’ about the coup, and has been acting in a cowardly fashion ever since. The only reason it has moved at all was that it was forced by the united front by Latin governments of left and right. If Zelaya is returned to power, it won’t be because of anything Obama did.
5. The American media does not believe in democracy, as seen in the routine portrayal of a moral equivalence between the elected government and the coup plotters. The Washington Post is the worst of the pack. For its editorial page, ‘democracy’ is strictly utilitarian; it’s OK when our side wins; otherwise, we will justify vote-rigging or military action by the other side, even while pretending we support constitutional order.
But what else would you expect from a newspaper that fired its only opinion writer who was right about Iraq and that has offered to sell its reporters to the highest bidder? Maybe the Honduran military is buying up advertising space in the Post in order to ensure favorable treatment from Fred Hiatt & Co.”
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This building is straight out of my (over enthusiastic) nightmares.
Qwestion Office Bag.
Honestly, I don’t care at all about the bag, but I simply want to know what is going on here. Architectural WTF. Where is this building?
Jul 02
“ You see, a Nice Guy® isn’t nice, and never was. He wasn’t your friend. He didn’t even like you. He was just a guy trying to get in your pants. Had he been your friend, really been your friend, he wouldn’t hate you now. He would value the emotional connection you once shared, while occasionally lamenting that he didn’t tell you how he felt when he had the chance. You see, the emotional connection you once shared would have value to him. But it didn’t. He didn’t care about you, and he wasn’t a nice guy.
“ First of all, I can happily report that the book does pass the Bechdel Test, which asks that a work of fiction (1) has at least two women in it (2) who talk to each other, (3) about something besides a man. Pages when this can be observed actually happening in Marvel Divas are 1-2, 4-5, 7-8, 15, and 22-23. That totals up to almost forty percent of the book.
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Hot Ink: Cap Reborn, Marvel Divas, Irredeemable - ComicsAlliance
Glad to hear this, but I will be waiting for a TPB that has a cover that won’t embarass me.
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PLFM readers, today we’re going to play a little game. I’m going to give you a recipe, and you need to guess what it is. Ready?
In a mid-sized plastic bowl, mix:
One (1) “seems kind of nice.”
One (1) “pretty much keeps to himself.”
One (1) “doesn’t say much.”
Stir lightly. Add one date.
What’s the recipe?
If you guessed “a fucking psychopathic stalker,” you win a pair of pants made out of the scalps of Brownie Troop #472.
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Psychotic Letters From Men, via Why Women Hate Men, via makeminemanda. The gift that keeps on giving. (via themmases)
Glad to see someone else has the same sense of humor as moi!
Jul 01
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Like most hippie families, my parents openly despised modern accoutrements and preferred to live off the land as nature intended. We grew our own food in a garden, and raised our own meat in a barn. My brothers and I meticulously raised, fed and befriended our barn animals, which my father then brutally slaughtered and served to us atop a steaming potato.
“Survival of the fittest!” he would joyfully pronounce, imploring us to simply wipe away our tears and dig in to the limbs, hearts, and minds of our closest friends. “What does it taste like?” my father would ask.
“Lies,” I replied.
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This guy is like the next David Sedaris. Too fucking funny. Source of this post probably NSFW.
