Monthly Archives: January 2018
I have previously blogged about how I despise a child molester. I know about my situation. As for others, I wasn’t there, didn’t see it go down, can’t back it up. What follows is my opinion.
I turned on Woody Allen a couple of decades ago as there were too many sick details that I considered beyond gross. Marrying your daughter figure is first and foremost among those. That is when I barfed a little in my mouth.
Dylan Farrow, adopted daughter and accuser of Woody Allen to be a sick and perverted twisted beastard of a child molester has written again. I am only sorry I didn’t know about her first open letter in 2014.
Regarding the Hawaiian missile false alarm, we mainlanders can’t appreciate the scare these people went thru. Imagine receiving texts not only from the government but then family and loves ones regarding an incoming death threat.
Porn abort. The sky is falling. You can run around like a chicken with its head cut off, but it’s time to stop choking the chicken. #Timesup for real.
Thank goodness said panic attack was all for naught. Hawaiians, as the rest of us would, took in a deep breath, exhaled a huge sigh of relief, and returned to porn.
The frogs have spoken.
A letter generated in France signed off by numerous women, has come out in defense of men with regards to sexual man bashing. #MeToo The press has picked up on the most notable signature of Catherine Deneuve, who is probably the most gorgeous woman. . . ever, but ironically, a movie star. No one cares to headline the fact that she didn’t participate in the writing of the letter.
Americans love tabloid junk and that is why Ms. Deneuve’s famous head is on the chopping block. Us real smart USAers might know her from the movie called The Hunger costarring David Bowie. Sex, romance. . . and vampires, another thing we love, and now American ladies are out for blood.
Al Franken’s political career: Over. Could he go back to comedy? Probably not.
Bill Maher, known for comedy, is in hot water for reenacting Al Franken’s picture of mock-u-groping a fellow comedian. Mr. Franken’s picture was with a woman, Leeann Tweeden while Mr. Maher’s pic was with Bob Saget.
Aha, a role reversal. What could it mean? Is this political comedy or victim shaming? Does it make fun of women’s rights?
Women have a hard time being on the same par as men when they are breaking into areas where men are in power. I get it.