I have been on this flight. Takeoff ain't no picnic either.
Superman taught me more than I might volunteer in public about being a good person.
He is kind, generous, loving, faithful, friendly, helpful, self-sacrificing, slow to anger, gentle with the weak, severe with the wicked without being brutal or cruel, and, reflecting on what Merlin says in The Once and Future King about happiness being a virtue, happy (e.g., the cover of All-Star Superman #1).
On the other hand:
"The boys need a new mommy. Rusty needs a new mommy."
I wonder what Andrew Vachss thinks of this? Oh, wait:
For many years, I’ve explained that the overwhelming majority of child sexual abuse is not committed by the kind of roving serial perpetrators who can be "profiled" for trash TV. Most child sexual abuse takes place within the child’s circle of trust, starting with parents and radiating outward to teachers, coaches, religious authorities, babysitters. Offenders in the circle access their victims through a process of entrustment by parents, who believe they are actually providing a special experience for their children. Sadly, that experience is "special" only in its horrific consequences.
And the circle of trust has another unique characteristic. Once an offender within the circle is exposed, that circle begins to fold in around itself, acting as a protective barrier for the offender. Those who are "mandated reporters" may intentionally pass the buck; instead of reporting the abuse to police or child welfare authorities, they inform a superior within their own organization, sometimes offering only a sanitized version of the offense. This does not comply with the law, but quite the opposite, as it flouts the law’s unambiguous intent. That same circle of trust that enabled the offender, often for decades, now serves as his protection. And those who deliberately evade their legal and moral obligation to report child sexual abuse to law enforcement are themselves protected. After all, they "reported," didn’t they? Of course they haven’t, but the mandated reporter laws have proven to be toothless tigers, especially in matters involving what we hold sacred: religion and football.
"And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me. But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!"
No idea why that passage occurred to me, really.
/minister's kid
Ahem. "Go do that voodoo...."
Those women are, at least in NYC, 70 years old.
Spot on, Drew.
What if Tim Tebow were exposed to a broader range of theological thinking than just listening to his father and Katy Perry's pre-"I Kissed a Girl" demo tapes?
In Grey Penis, his fanfiction sequel to James Ellroy's L.A. Quartet novel, White Jazz, Ben Roethlisberger spends a lot more time at Fleur de Lis ("Whatever you desire. And plenty you don't.").
Things that attack commerce and capitalism are not necessarily leftist, as people who lived in Germany and Italy in the early decades of the twentieth century or the United States in the nineteenth century could tell you.
Ah, no, he doesn't. But he isn't bad in it, actually.
The Future Mrs. Rasselas nags through the pain. She's a warrior.
"The skill of gymnastics, the kill of karate."
And climbing stairs on your hands in short-shorts.
And climbing stairs on your hands in short-shorts.
"Here, sharky sharky sharks! I'm bleeding in the water! Fresh, tasty blood! Have a feeding frenzy with all your pals!"
Botany Bay... Botany Bay?!
Filing lawsuits'll make you a goddamned sexual Tyrannosaurus ... just like me.
They forgot Fedora Guy, Duster Guy, Venom T-Shirt Guy, 18-Eyelet Doc Marten Guy and Betty Page Haircut Girl.
Wait, he needs an AR-15? What happened to all that aikido?
