I already knew I loved the beautiful city of brotherly love, but this just makes me love it all the more. Apparently the Boy Scouts organization has been paying the city of Philadelphia $1 a year to rent out a large downtown building since 1923. The city has decided that since the Scouts choose to continue their anti-gay discrimination, they are no longer entitled to this deal and must, as of next year, start paying market rate rent of $200,000 a year. The Supreme Court, back in 2000, declared that the Boy Scouts, being a private organization, I guess have a Constitutionally protected right to its bigotry, but it seems only fair that a private organization choosing to continue this bigotry should not have basically free access to taxpayer-owned property.
A Brooklyn woman a few days ago had what I can only imagine to be a truly horrifying experience. While washing her hands, she heard a noise coming from the toilet and looked over to see the head of what turned out to be a seven foot long python peering out at her. I know I'm a little gross sometimes, but of course the first thing that popped into my head was, given the hand washing and all, had she just, you know, urinated on the poor thing??
And from Cold Spring, New York, a man with a mission.
Barack Obama's response to the allegation that he and Dick Cheney are distantly related? "I don't want to be invited to the family hunting party."
Bush in action yesterday morning, mumbling and stumbling and fumbling his way through an explanation of his attitude towards Iran, his bizarre belief that Iran doesn't know how to make nuclear weapons yet instead of just not yet having the wherewithal to act on said knowledge, and his even more bizarre belief that he has any standing 'to continue to rally the world' to his way of thinking. It would really just be pathetic and sad, if he wasn't still occupying the Oval Office.
Far down on my list of what to read: Idaho Code, by Joan Opry. Tagline: where family therapy comes with a shovel and an alibi. Oh yeah.
New favorite thing: dark-chocolate covered Altoids
A Brooklyn woman a few days ago had what I can only imagine to be a truly horrifying experience. While washing her hands, she heard a noise coming from the toilet and looked over to see the head of what turned out to be a seven foot long python peering out at her. I know I'm a little gross sometimes, but of course the first thing that popped into my head was, given the hand washing and all, had she just, you know, urinated on the poor thing??
And from Cold Spring, New York, a man with a mission.
Barack Obama's response to the allegation that he and Dick Cheney are distantly related? "I don't want to be invited to the family hunting party."
Bush in action yesterday morning, mumbling and stumbling and fumbling his way through an explanation of his attitude towards Iran, his bizarre belief that Iran doesn't know how to make nuclear weapons yet instead of just not yet having the wherewithal to act on said knowledge, and his even more bizarre belief that he has any standing 'to continue to rally the world' to his way of thinking. It would really just be pathetic and sad, if he wasn't still occupying the Oval Office.
Far down on my list of what to read: Idaho Code, by Joan Opry. Tagline: where family therapy comes with a shovel and an alibi. Oh yeah.
New favorite thing: dark-chocolate covered Altoids
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