it comes in pints?

Oh, I was so waiting for this today.

FUCK OFF ...

You no driving, over cautious, under attentive, piece of shit used Oldsmobile driving mutha fucka! You almost had my car up your ass and then almost crashed into a classic Corvette -- a sin unforgivable by the car gods.

Listen, if you can't drive, if people cringe when you say, "I'll drive," or if anyone's told you that you can't drive: maybe you need to listen. Maybe you need to pay a little more attention to the road. Maybe you better put down that damn cell phone. Maybe your car stereo doesn't have to be at 300 decibels. Maybe you might even want to find a local driver's improvement program.

You're endangering a whole lot of people with your arrogance, ignorance and unattentiveness.

FUCK YOU. With knobs on.

Emily, I TOTALLY second you on that. I scream at the tv whenever those self-important "We're remaking retirement!" ads come on.

I guess in another 20 years or so, we should be braced for the "we're remaking nursing home living!" "we're remaking incontinence products!" and "we're remaking death!" adverts. (Although I wonder about that last one - I think if some of the Boomers could survive forever by drinking the blood of babies, then it would be served at every Starbucks).

As for me:

People who come to me and say "I'm going to be off doing [whatever fun thing] next week and am going to miss class, are we going to do anything?" can totally sod off. No, of course, we never do anything. Because you are absent we will sit there with our hands folded, in total silence, mourning your absence.

People who only come to class for the exams and then wonder why they're failing can sod off.

People who write the answers on the exams in teeny tiny eyestrain-o-vision printing, or in script so sloppy it would do a doctor proud - because they think that if I can't read it, I'll give them credit for the question - can sod off.

And people who spend three pages restating the question, shoveling the shit, and basically failing to answer the question - but making me wade through their long and pointless essay anyway because I have to see if there's even the tiniest germ of an idea there - they can most certainly sod off.

It's midterms here. Have you guessed?

Also Baby Boomer related -

Admit that you're aging, dammit! No, 60 is NOT the new 30. 50 wasn't, either! You created a culture that worshipped youth, and now that you aren't in the worshipped demographic you keep trying to move the bar. For God's sake, face the fact that you must now REAP WHAT YOU'VE SOWN and shut up about how your generation is "redefining age." Not unless by "redefining" you mean "refusing to grow the hell up."

Fuck off, stupid baby boomers. You aren't 18 anymore.

People who push to get a new prototype out the door, causing me to reassign my people and push them to make the ship deadline despite other pressing priorities which have now been set back, yet don't think to PROVIDE THE CONTACT INFORMATION FOR WHO TO SEND IT TO AND HOW MUCH TO SEND, WHICH INFORMATION I DIDN'T BOTHER TO GO LOOKING FOR BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE ACTUAL PURCHASE/SHIP ORDER THAT THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO PUT IN BUT DIDN'T BECAUSE, AS THEY FAILED TO TELL ME, THE FIRST SHIPMENT WAS A FREEBIE, BUT NATURALLY THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO TO SEND IT TO ARE EITHER ON VACATION THIS WEEK OR IN A GODDAMNED MEETING, CAN GODDAMN WELL FUCK OFF.

That felt good. Can't wait to see Val's FO.

Hahaha. Ken, Val sent me an e-mail this morning informing that he was pacing the floor in anticipation.

Hey, I'm a baby boomer, and I'm wonderful and inspiring and inventive and interesting. But you won't catch me glorifying the 60s.

RWP,
My parents are technically "baby boomers" as well, but, like you, they aren't the granola and Woodstock variety I'm addressing here.

Writer's bloc can fuck off. I'm sitting here with a story all mapped out and can't fucking come up with a way to start it.

Oh, and since Emily mentioned it earlier this week but left it out of the post, blogspot and it's fucking mother company gooooooooooooooogle can sod the fuck off with knobs on. I understand that you have to do maintainence but to leave every fucking blog with a fucking 500 error is just fucking annoying. You should have some fucking clue as to the blogsphere works you fucking fucktards, it would be nice if you didn't pull your China shit here in the states.

Oh, and where's Val?

Man, I do so love Fridays....

The traffic fuck turd category:

To the fuck turd in the Porshe Cayenne in front of me this morning who practically stopped in the middle of the street to inch his way across the railroad tracks, FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCK TURD. Its a FUCKING SPORT FUCKING UTILITY VEHICLE FOR FUCK'S SAKE. What the fuck did you buy that fucking piece of shit for in the fucking first place? YOURE NOT GOING TO FLIP AND ROLL IF YOU RUN OVER A PEBBLE ON THE STREET SO FUCK THE FUCK OFF.

To the fuck turds on motorcycles who are not only stupid enough to ride a motorcycle in Miami, but see fit to sqeeze between two lanes of traffic at intersections: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU RICE POPPER, BLOW DRYER RIDING, IMPATIENT, PLACE CUTTING, SOON TO BE ROAD KILL FUCKHEAD TWO WHEELING FUCK FOR BRAINS.

The work fuck turd category:

To the fucking project managers that keep blaming me and pointing fingers at other for their own ineptitude and mistakes: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING SNIVELLING WEASEL FUCK TURD MOTHER FUCKERS. GO TO FUCKING COSTCO AND BUY YOURSELF A PALLET OF FUCKING CLUES, FUCKWADS.

The blogging fuck turd category:

To that local blogger with the fucking Babalu bug up his ass that does nothing but bitch and criticize and whine about what I write or dont write on my own fucking blog: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU WHINY LITTLE FUCKING NEGATIVE FUCK TURD. Stop whoring for fucking traffic and learn how to write or stop writing altogether and just post pictures of FUCKING KITTENS ALL DAY, YOU FUCK. And one other thing, you live in MIAMI, FUCK TURD, if you dont like CUBANS, youre SHIT OUT OF FUCKING LUCK YOU FUCKING FUCKHEAD MOTHERFUCKING RACIST FUCK TURD.

The moonbat fuck turd:

To the fucking moonbat leftist communist bitch mother fucker that keeps emailing me articles from Worker's World and Counter Punch with their fucking commie fucking bullshit anti-American fuck shit: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU VICARIOUS COMMUNIST PIECE OF FUCKING FUCK TURD MOTHERFUCKER. if you like castro and communism so fucking much, donate all your earthly possesions to some other entitlement fuck, pack your fucking bags and move to fucking Cuba and live there like a fucking Cuban you FUCKING USELESS BABY BOOMER OFFSPRING MOTHERFUCKER. BITCHING AND MOANING IS NOT A PROFESSION OR A CAREER, YOU FUCKING LAZY ASS SOCIALIST ANTI-AMERICAN MOTHERFUCKER. PULL YOURSELF OFF OF MOMMY'S TEAT AND GET A FUCKING REAL JOB MOTHERFUCKER.

Val needs time to create. We must respect this.

I, on the other hand, had this all ready to go in anticipation. I can't stands the spammers no more. It's clobberin' time.

I would qualify that music stuff with a "some". Anyone who wants to tell me what they would do should they come across a hammer or a bell or a song can fuck off.

Ah, and I see I've cross-posted. Worth the wait. I think you melted the enamel on my desk, Val.

I feel like Ive lost ten pounds.

I suppose if I keep this up, I will inevitably be sued by the American Association of Psychotherapists or something for loss of revenue.

RWP -

it seems to me that the purpose of the Friday Fuck Off thread is to be able to rant all you want, make all the generalizations you want - and you can get away with it. Why? Because it's the Friday Fuck Off thread. My parents are Baby Boomers as well - and you cannot get any less hippie-dippie self-absorbed than my parents. But the Friday Fuck Off thread is no fun if you have to keep going, "I realize that not ALL elderly drivers are horrible ..." "My apologies to those spammers who are NOT evil ..."

My 2 cents.

In that spirit - I say FUCK OFF to people who treat anyone in the service industry like crap. EVEN IF your order is wrong. EVEN IF you have a wait. EVEN IF things get mixed up. I don't give a shit what the extenuating circumstance is. If you are ignored by your waiter - then sure, complain - or let him know how you feel with your tip - but more often than not - it's just customers who are impatient, snotty, and who are type A freaks who don't see that the person serving them are actually PEOPLE. (Also - that waitress you just treated like shit? She very well may spit in your food as revenge. I've been a waitress. You don't treat me with respect? Then you get none in return from me.)

Treat the person serving you - with respect. And dignity. The same way you would treat a CEO with his own jet. Otherwise you're a piece of shit.

I suppose if I keep this up, I will inevitably be sued by the American Association of Psychotherapists or something for loss of revenue.

The Asociation of American Psychotherapist can take their fucking Feudian slips and FUCK THE FUCK OFF, with penis envy knobs on.

In my mind, Val looks like Desi Arnaz (Is that racist? Or only because Desi is what comes to my mind when I think "Cuban?") so his rants are very very hot. And there are bongos.

____________________________

I'm renewing my "fuck off DHS workers" from a couple of weeks ago because one of them just used my copier to make 20 copies of a 10-page document and had the nerve to ask me, "Does this go any faster? It's copying really slow." I sweetly told her she was welcome to use ANY OTHER COPIER (especially the one in her OWN OFFICE) but inside I was screaming, "Fuck off!"

Oh, and fuck off, Gwen Stefani. Normally, I love you, but "The Lonely Goatherd?" Really?

Lisa,

:-) Babaluuuuu....Babaluuuu....

Desi and the bongos - congas actaully - are actually the reason I named the blog Babalu.

Fuck that was good!

I thought the conga was something you DO, or has Gloria Esteban been misleading me all these years?

Gwen Stefani can fuck off starting with that whole "Hollaback Girl" bullshit. HELLO. You are a white woman from a wealthy suburb in Orange County that is pushing forty. Why are you talking like a Mexican teenager with big hair barrelling down Sunset Boulevard in a car filled with her chicas?

Oh, and thankfully this weekend Daylight Saving Time will FUCK OFF!

The conga is a dance and an instrument. Bongos are those smallish little drums that beatnick, incense burning Baby Boomers on LSD used to play in the 60s. Which reminds me, they can fuck the fuck off as well. Aint nothing stupider than an old hippie.

I always look forward to Val's scorching verbiage on Fridays. I haven't had to pluck my eyebrows since this started, because the screaming white heat of Val's invective singes them down to a manageable size.

Also: people from the car-repair place who call and leave an urgent-sounding message that you "need" to call them, but give no reason why, and then when you get all worried that the engine is going to fall out of your car or something, and you call them, and it's some stupid-ass thing you ALREADY KNEW ABOUT and in fact TOLD THE PEOPLE AT THE CAR REPAIR PLACE ABOUT - sod off.

In general: I hate it when people sound all hushed and worried and urgent and it's some piss-ant thing. Save the "your grandma didn't make it through surgery" tone of voice for when it's something that's REALLY going to screw up my life, okay? Don't get my fear-juice all pumping for nothing.

amen, marc.

Daylight Savings Time: don't let the door hit ya on the ass on the way out! (Sadly - next year it's starting EARLIER and ending LATER and so I will have another month of driving to work in what looks like the middle of the night. Any deer I hit with my car on the way to work in the dead dark of 7 am are going to be sent to the congresscritter nearest to my district who voted for this asinine change.)

ugh, Gwen Stefani... as someone who grew up in Orange County during the punk-ska era (ok, it was like a year and a half 10 years ago), I have to come up with new words to describe how much I can not fucking stand Gwen Stefani. It is a case where the traditional fuck off just isn't enough - not even the way that Val does them...

I don't know what it is about Gwen Stefani that just grates my nerves, but I cannot fucking stand her either. I think a lot of it has to do with that whiney voice she sings in.

You know who else can fuck off, especially now that the World Series is almost over? ESPN and Fox can fuck the fuckity fuck off for forcing everyone in the nation to watching the fucking yanquis and the fucking redsawx all fucking year. There are thirty fucking teams you assmunches, not all of them play in New York and Boston. You fucking been bitching about low playoff numbers, well if you weren't so fucking preoccupied by the fucking yanks-sawx in the fucking regular season you could have shown some fucking games involving other fucking teams - like, you know, the two fucking teams in the fucking WORLD goddamn SERIES?

And if you don't start showing games next year that don't involve the yanquis, redsawx or the fucking Mets, you can sod the fuck off (with knobs) again.

Emily, I think part of it for me was that No Doubt was actually a pretty good band until her brother let her take over

What's a gwen stefani?

Yeah, I'm (technically) a boomer too, though I was actually too young for the 60s.

We should do this one day as an audio post.

Because I accidently saw a snippet gushing over it in the sidebar of a review of "Running With Scissors", "American Beauty" can fuck right off. If for no other reason than it's frustratingly almost the perfect parody of itself.

Fuck off to the fat hippie bitch that worked in the museum exhibit company I once worked for who sat and simpered and primped while bragging that in her day she did the Noble Peace-Out Thing with her hippie friends and took even more pride in the fact that it really was all about getting laid and then had to simper some more while she wheezed out the usual Old Aging Establishment Fart of "how today's kids just don't care." And double fuck off to her for days later when I had to leave in the middle of the day to pick up my daughter because she had a fever and she glared at me and asked why my husband didnt "do his duty" and pick her up instead. If I had thought about what I said next, I dont think I would have come up with anything better - the fourth cylinder kicked in and I snapped back "because he makes five times more than me, that's why."

She didnt like that too much. Fuck off to her anyway. Lefty boomers are the new Establishment.

Val:

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, man, I can just imagine that.

I am a baby boomer, and you are absolutely correct.There is nothing more pitiful than a bald guy with a pinytail and granny glasses, except maybe, the helpless,hopeless old hippy chicks in retirement commercials.

Ken,
Ignorance is bliss.

Continuing on Sharon's note, baby boomers who carry on about the noble activism of their youth can FUCK OFF. Fuck you. As soon as that got boring and wouldn't get you laid anymore you graduated from LSD and peace marches to cocaine and discos. You invented trash fucking television and open, public weeping and "sharing your feelings." Fuck OFF with that dippy fucking bullshit and stop telling us how noble you are when you watched every single aspect of your open, anything-goes lifestyle crumble right in front of your fucking face over the course of a decade. Your perfect, utopian idealism opened the floodgates to the likes of the Weather Fucking Underground, you arrogant fucks. Go sip your herbal fucking tea and take your organic hormone supplements and shut the fuck up.

Val -- hahahaha. The Fuck Off Podcast.

Emily,

Your last FO was brilliant.

Emily - YES!!!

Note to the conservative boomers - none of my anger is directed to you - *just to the Leftists* of that generation who seem to cling to the idea that they should be lionzied (msp?) for all of their disruption and marxist ideals. It is THOSE boomers who STILL havent got the clue from way back in 1980 when MY generation considered emulating them to be the grossest kind of Dorkism. We werent laughing WITH you - just AT you. And we still do. GenXers werent apathetic because we werent educated (which by the way STILL said more about you than it did us) - we were apathetic because we could see what harm you Leftards had made of America and we thought our grandparents (most notably in the figure of Ronald Reagan) had more admirable qualities. The epithets the Leftard Boomers threw at GenXers was because they couldnt get us to fall for the 60s. Nope. They had to wait until the next generation of spawn to do that...and now we have retro-70s all over again. UGH!!

The boomers who never were sold by the 60s, or have moved on into the future and work against their Leftist peers, I salute you!

More more thing about the baby fucking boomers. Stop carrying on about your treasured sixties like EVERY FUCKING HUMAN on the planet that time was some doped up hippie turning on and tuning out and dancing in drum circles with Allen Ginsburg and Timothy Leary. MOST FUCKING PEOPLE were too busy going to school to get an education and starting families and going to war and fighting and dying to take the time to go to Woodstock.

At the rsik of sounding single minded, it's those stinking fucking ababy boomer leftist 60s radicals that will undoubtedly travel to Cuba nd praise fucking fidel castro at his fucking funeral. theyll shed their little fucking crocodile tears and call the fucking dictator a great humanitarian and defender of civil rights and all that other fucking LSD induced fucking bullshit. they can all FUCK OFF TO FUCKING HELL. And to those Cindy Sheehan type left hippie old women, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY, SHAVE YOUR FUCKING ARMPITS. It's bad enough having to witness that mileage laden leathery skin without the fucking body hair.

Or like David fucking Crosby in one of those "How everest did the happy rainbow love time sex party of the 60s end in violence and decay?" specials I saw once saying, "We were innocents" as an excuse. No, taking shitloads of drugs, fucking whatever moved, mocking anyone who tried to be adult, and trying to cut away the basics of society (working, not being 100% selfish libertines, etc.) and thinking it'd have no fucking consequences meant you were stupid, not fucking innocent babes wondering what happens when you poke around the outlets.

Marc,
Or like those ex-Weather Fucking Underground tools wondering in that documentary how it all could possibly have come to an end. Well, you obtuse fucking fuck turd, the people with the trust funds grew the fuck up. Fuck OFF.

And to all of them that earnestly sit during interviews talking about suffering through poverty for their cause and living on egg noodles and water: FUCK THE FUCK OFF. We know you guys had shitloads of money. You were living in apartments in Greenwich fucking Village, shitstains. We're not stupid. Fuck YOU.

That was one of the most infuriating documentaries I've ever seen. Alex and I were screaming at the TV screen during the whole thing, we were so fucking mad at those morons.

It's worse when you read about them and realize how utterly false and self-aggrandizingly reconstructed their memories are all while never (with rare exceptions) having the courage to say that they were idiots who believed some really cray shit. That whole "well, we were -- and are! -- still right, it just didn't work out that time for some crazy reason we haven't fully figured out yet" atttitude gets more fuck offs.

And then (on a roll now, I guess) we're supposed to go, "Awwwwwww" over people on the run for murdering or attempting to murder people because now they look like upper middle class suburban moms, and they were just fluffy idealists who made an oopsie. Fuck off, Kathleen Soliah (not gonna use your nom de hiding, et al.

Sheila,
Marc sent me a copy of the DVD with commentary by a few of them and I still haven't been able to work up the nerve to watch it without being sure I'm not going to smash my television into little bits in a flurry of anger.

And that Alan S guy over at Marc's site can fuck off, as can any other person who has that snobbish, superior attitude that they only concern themselves with Really Important Things. Fuck OFF. What do you want? A fucking medal? Yes, some pursuits are more fruitful than others and there's a diffence between wasting your life on useless obsessions and having an interest in certain hobbies and activities. I happen to like music A LOT and if I take some time out on something as pointless as my fucking blog, it's my business. I write about things that interest ME and just because I do that doesn't mean that I NEVER, EVER engage in purposeful adult activities. And if someone is so fucking stuck-up and obtuse that they don't see the difference between mourning the premature death of a musician whose work has been a part of your life for twenty years on their fucking BLOG and some gray-haired, half-bald dude with a pony tail telling a reporter about how the divorce of Paul McCartney has fractured his soul, then fuck the fucking fuck OFF.

Sorry, Marc. I didn't want to be rude on your site, but that guys "I would NEVER write about that" attitude pissed me off. Congratulations, Mr. Snob. You are this week's winner of the ICIP Superiority Medal of Honor for For Not Sharing Emily's Interests.

I still haven't been able to listen to the Ayer's/Dorhn commentary. I don't think that's something that should be done solo.

And a fuck off thread is probably the best place to take such stuff. For right now, I'm giving the benefit of the doubt that it was just an unfortunately phrased attempt to take a personal opinion about his own approach that came out as a judgement of us. I'm not used to such tension at my own place. Tension can fuck off!

Marc,
Next time you come out here, we'll have to get a huge bottle of vodka and watch it wasted. We can yell at the TV together.

Well, he did back pedal and say "I didn't mean to come off like Mr. Better or anything." Um, yes you did. Your exact words were "I would never do something like that," as if it makes you exceptional or something. And there's that whole underlying idea that some people *still* seem to get that the contents of a blog constitute 100% of your life and pursuits. Even if, over the course of three weeks, I wrote about five SHORT intermittent posts, most of which were just fucking PICTURES and nothing else, that doesn't mean that I spent every waking moment of those weeks thinking and crying over Syd Barrett. Give me a fucking break. How in the fuck is that even remotely comparable to the Diana candlelight vigil crowd?

Put on a pair of race skis (snow)and push off down a Super G course and this old "boomer" will kick your ass!...PROMISE, you might just learn a thing ot two! :)

Start with a huge bottle? You mean we can't do the usual start with a small one then stumble for a few more? That would be a blast, though.

Well, we'd have to avoid interrptions. We might miss some glorious piece of retarded wisdom or a non-sequitor insight.

Then, when it's over, we can record drunken communiques demanding the American government provide public funding for the Cartoon Network or we will blow up a symbold of imperialist, institutional oppression. Like the mail box on the street corner.

Well, pooh. I'm not mad at anyone. (I really thought I had me a good candidate earlier this week on another blog...but we made up.)

Have a lovely weekend! Peace!

If that public funding for Cartoon Network thing works out, we need to do it for the Game Show Network too. And get it on regular cable instead of just satellite.

Ken,
Why not? There's plenty of room in the revolution for game shows.

And lots of fascist mailboxes to blow up to send the motherfucking pigs a message.

That's right. And in our first communique declaring our intentions to bring the war home, we can threaten to take Bob Barker hostage. That'll show the bastards we mean business.

And I'll have to single out Bernadine Dohrn here for an extra special Fuck OFF, just for being stupid enough to say something as fucking dumb as "we live in the most violent society the world has ever known." How did that dumb bitch make it through college and law school without ever having to read a fucking history book?

Right on!

As long as the GSN quits showing any game show produced after 1973. Except "Jeopardy!" and "Family Feud". Those are okay. Otherwise, NOTHING AFTER "What's My Line".

I have standards.

Of a sort.

Fuck off to the adaptive services people at my school. I'm legally blind. This is not news to any of you. And if it is then you need to answer your phone more often because i call and complain that you're not doing your job at least once a month and h ave done so for the past year and a half. All I need is the large print verson of that test and you fucktards couldn't be bothered to get it to the procter. Instead they told me I had to go across town and take the test somewhere else, but instead of telling me ahead of time when I could've gotten a ride, they spring it on me AFTER I"M ALREADY SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. Fuck you and fuck that. thank G0d my prof gets it and isn't holding it against me.

And as someone who turns 22 can I just completely agree about the Doom score thing? Because the idea that my generation is beginning to spawn scares the ever loving shit out of me...

Fuck off to Internets and The Google.

A hearty fuck off to those fucking anti-smoking commercials. I'm fucking tired of hearing how fucking bad smoking is for me you fucking self-rightious fuckers.

And a special fuck off to this newest commercial where the cowboy sings through a fucking voice box. Knobs.

I don't know what annoys me more, the fact that they are running these commercials when every fucking person with half a fucking clue knows that smokes are bad for their health. Or the fact that they are trying to make a big fucking deal out of 8 million people having "tobacco related illnesses" in a country of 300 million. Hey assholes, that's not even three fucking percent.

Fucking health nazis - almost as bad as Illinois nazis.

Everyone running for public office behind a blitz of shitty, shit-eating, shit-talking, shit-for-brains commercials that are all over every single break of mostly shitty TV -- FUCK OFF. You're all fucking liars and any sane person wouldn't trust a single fucking thing a fucking one of you says. FUCK YOU, politicians. It doesn't matter which one of you fucksticks wins. You're still going to fuck everything up.

Fuck boomers. You ruined fucking everything. What everyone else said. With knobs on.

FUCK my fucking oven and the fucking recipe for toasted pumpkin seeds that said I had to cook them at 400 for 20 minutes, which ended up with my burning THREE fucking pumpkins' worth, which I found out when both fucking smoke alarms in my house went off for five FUCKING minutes, rendering me and my child FUCKING deaf for ten minutes. The smell? Don't get me started on the fucking smell.

On the flipside, yay for Nevada Day. Three-day weekends fucking rock.

(1) People who take kindly-meant comments and parse them and look for the worst possible construction, and then lecture and scold the commenter so she can see how evil she is when she spontaneously expresses her thoughts. Not me, I censor myself strictly when I'm talking to people I don't know well.

(2) The person who told me yesterday that he ain't never seen a lab instrument run off of compressed air out of the wall ... not a lab instrument ... he ain't never seen a lab do that ... why didn't I just get a bottle of purified air ... blah blah blah when I didn't ASK him. NOBODY asked him. I have been running, installing, maintaining, troubleshooting laboratory instruments INCLUDING plumbing gas lines for over 20 years and I guess I'll be able to determine whether I can run off the compressed air or not. As it happens, I got a very nice chromatogram today when I finally got all my fittings and fired the damn thing up. But thank you for your concern.

I asked my husband if he thought I had PMS yesterday when I got through expressing myself and he looked startled and said he hoped that was the case.

Emily,

To expound on your boomer, and specifically the Bernadine Dohrn rant.

Universities, which are supposed to be bastions of LEARNING, that hire leftist fucks like Bernadine and others involved in MURDER can fuck the fuck off. IF we were the most violent society on Earth (no honey, it was only you stupid assed fucksticks who were causing the violence while you sucked at the teat of your parents bank account) she would have been dead long ago, locked up and forgotten in some vast right wing gulag, with only the bits of skin flaking off the skeleton to memorialize her by. Stupid fuckwits.

And while I'm at it, fuck off to the government for allowing federal funds (aka MY tax monies) to fund these fucked up enclaves of washed up hippie losers.

I'm a baby boomer (well, barely), and those ancient hippie retards trying to relive their youth by pretending it's the 1960's again can FUCK OFF. One and all.