A bitch was going to post about the health care summit and how, although it didn’t move a single person from yes to no or no to yes, it was worthwhile because it clarified a lot of shit that needed to be clarified for the three or five folks left in America who still didn’t have a fucking clue what the hell is going on with health care reform.
Oh, and I was also going to post a quizzical pondering why Anonymouses fail to see the freakishness of leaving comments on a bitch’s blog that attempt to explain blackness to my black ass.
In five years of blogging, those “black people [insert absolute statement stereotype that could, sans ig’nance, apply to any group of people] and that’s why you don’t deserve [insert basic civil right that, sans ig’nance, trolls would realize isn’t special]” comments are the ones that just keep on coming month after month. Anyhoo, I was going to post about the strangeness of having knaves who obviously do not know any black people tell my black ass what they think I’m thinking or doing and getting that shit so wrong that I’m left wondering where the hell they get that shit (there must be an e-newsletter, The Weekly Wrongness).
Its Friday…a bitch is tired…and I’d rather share my new obsession with Curling.
I love Curling!
Seriously - the drama and the gossip-based commentary followed by more drama and stones and houses and...Lawd, have mercy!
Curling coverage is addictive and a bitch is going to have to search for a fix once the Olympics are over.
Who knew watching stones slide toward the house was so much fun?