Seeing the kid’s Xmas school play
Maybe the man sitting next to me in the pew knew that I had been eating trail mix and isn’t worried that holding a strange man’s hand during a prayer would make him gay. It’s fun to watch him nod off.
There is a woman whose head swivels around with a worried expression on her face. It has to be something she perfected 2 decades ago.
Bernadette Gillick was a college freshman in 1988 when she first met Scott Walker. It was spring semester, and she had just transferred to Marquette University. She was assigned a room in O’Donnell Hall (then a women’s dormitory), which she shared with her new roommate, Ruth (not her real name). Ruth was dating Scott Walker, who was 20 at the time, and, according to Bernadette, Ruth was deeply in love with him.
Midway through that spring semester, Bernadette alleges, Ruth found out she was pregnant. She informed her boyfriend, Scott, and initially he was supportive. That support changed to callous indifference for his girlfriend’s predicament after Scott informed his parents of the pregnancy.
Bernadette reports that at this point Scott began denying that he was the father of the baby, and when Ruth said she was considering an abortion, he claimed he didn’t care, as he wasn’t the father anyway.
Bernadette remembers being present when Ruth was dealing with the wrath of Scott’s mother, who allegedly admonished Ruth for trying to “ruin [her son’s] reputation.”
“I supported her [Ruth] as he [Scott] went from encouraging her to get an abortion, to telling me it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut, to denying that he was the father and having his own mother call her and tell her to stop erroneously accusing her son of paternity,” Bernadette recounts.
Tucked in the cracks of crawl spaces, embedded in the surfaces of twisty slides and caked on steps in many playlands are traces of fecal matter and strains of staph and bacteria that can lead to meningitis and gonorrhea…
Neo-Nazi Father Is Killed; Son, 10, Steeped in Beliefs, Is Accused
The police say that the killing was intentional, but that the motives behind it are still not fully understood.
Whoa. The Times was there the day before the son allegedly shot his father.
Here is the clincher:
…an N.S.M. official who asked not to be identified because of the attention Mr. Hall’s death had brought to the group, said that the rallies would continue, and that Mr. Hall’s ashes would be spread on the border during a patrol.
So, Illeagulls, the Migre, vehicles and other hate filled idiots will tread across his remains. Trash will be left on top of his remains, as will detritus from internal combustion engines.
How fitting.
Arkansas Supreme Court Confirms that Anti-Gay Adoption Ban is Unconstitutional
| Team | Score |
| The Children of Arkansas | 1 |
| Religious Bigots Who Won’t Be Bothered to Protect and Defend Full Term Life Outside of Someone Else’s Uterus | 0 |
Other Carlyle Group directors who joined Carlucci at Frontier include David Robb, who headed up Carlyle’s investments in defense and aerospace; Sanford McDonnell, the former CEO of McDonnell Douglass and onetime head of the Boy Scouts of America; and Norman Augustine, another ex-president of the Boy Scouts, another Princeton alum, and former board director at the scandal-plagued Riggs bank.
Isn't this child abuse?
Don’t you just love how Mommy and Me Time is now entirely synonymous with luxury goods and services? It seems like ages ago that ‘Mommy and Me’ was associated with tea parties and baking. Now it’s all about pedicures (“pedis” if you’re down), expensive haircuts, and stylish designer clothing that the kid is going to outgrow before she learns how to use the potty. It’s as if every little girl has to have the Suri Cruise lifestyle. And not only that, but everyone is supposed to think this level of pampering is absolutely adorable, because Burberry makes the CUTEST shoes for tots.
Blech. Just stop it already. Your kid has a lifetime to become a spoiled bitch. Don’t push her into it, for chrissakes. Take her to the park or something. Push her down the slide. At the very least stop bragging.
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Isn’t this training the kid to become consumer-veal or something?
Isn’t there a Punk Rock or New Wave song about this kind of thing?
