Shaker Gourmet: Hot Cocoa

It's snowing here! I mean really snowing and it's sticking! There was nothing and then POOF! It's coming down heavy. The kids bundled up and went out to play in it for a bit. When we came in, I made some hot cocoa to warm up. Used to be that I'd make it with milk and Hershey syrup...but I don't have any of the syrup here, just unsweetened cocoa. So, I winged it and it came out fantastic--good enough that I had to come post about it, LOL.

Hot Cocoa

2/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa
1/2 cup water
3 cups milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 tsp vanilla

Whisk sugar, cocoa powder, and water in sauce pan until well combined. Turn on heat to med. Whisk in milk. Whisk in cream and vanilla. Heat until nice and hot, stirring occasionally.

Serve in mugs with marshmallows or whipped cream or both! Or, well, nothing if you don't want it.
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Quote of the Day

"It is time to go to profiling of dangerous people instead of harassing and retsricting [sic] the innocent."Newt Gingrich. Who, in case anyone's forgotten, is a huge asshole.

Via Think Progress, where Amanda once again points out what everyone with two brain cells and a minimally developed sense of decency already knows: that racial/ethnic profiling is both ineffective and counter to our concepts of liberty and justice.

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Photo of the Day


Justice Sonia Sotomayor, Woman of the Decade, on the cover of Latina magazine. Love the fierce red fingernails!

Latoya's got more here and here.

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How Dare You! Check Out My Pecs.

[Trigger warning.]

Joe Francis is mad.

To be precise, the "Girls Gone Wild" impresario is mad at Gawker, who recently named him their Douche of the Decade. No, he's not mad for being named a superdouche; he's mad because, in the associated profile, he's identified as a rapist, based on a widely-discussed 2006 report in the LA Times that alleges he is one.

And so Francis did what any reasonable person would do in such a circumstance. He fired off a totally absurd email to Gawker founder and managing editor Nick Denton.

Hey Nick,
I am suing you tomorrow personally. You messed with the wrong guy. No one makes up lies about me and gets away with it. I lost a 10 million dollar deal as a direct result of you calling me "a rapist". You will be paying me every dime of that back and more! Are you mentally retarded? Do your research first. I am coming after you harder than I ever went after anyone. I am going to wipe you off the grid!!!! YOU ARE DONE! I will take everything you have. You, Nick Denton, are truly the "Douche of the Decade Merry Xmas IDIOT!!! Joe Francis P.S. I sent you an updated picture of how I actually look now so you can masturbate to it because you seem to be quite sexually obsessed with me.

[The message is followed by an email signature with disclaimer info, and an attached photo of Francis naked from the waist up.]
Oh dear.

And thus did the campaign for Megadouche of the Millennium begin.

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Livsy was minding her own business on a sleepy Saturday afternoon...



...when all of a sudden, a bird had the temerity to fly by the window!



"Seriously, Tweets. Do you think I don't see you? Oh, I see you."

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Tears in a Bucket: Roves Say Fuck It

Karl Rove, the great and powerful Oz of modern American conservatism, Bush Svengali and master political manipulator, maestro of orchestrating diversionary fights over social wedge issues while shoveling massive corporate hand-outs to military-industrial-corporate-Big Energy-Big Pharma-Big Agriculture leviathans, architect of the GOP get-out-the-vote strategy centered around fights over same-sex marriage on the state and federal levels, has taken a giant dump on the sanctity of marriage by getting divorced.

Congrats on your privileged freedom to exercise marriage rights, Turd Blossom!

[Fun Fact: Karl Rove's adoptive father Louie Rove, who died about 10 years ago, was (link NSFW-ish) a big queer piercing enthusiast and one of Piercing Fans International Quarterly's best-known cover models. He undoubtedly would have fit right in at Shakesville!]

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Feel the Homomentum!

by Shaker laguiri

Álex Freyre y José María Di Bello, from Argentina, are since yesterday the first gay married couple in South America. A judge, Gabriela Seijas, authorised them to marry in November, declaring the ban on same-sex marriage unconstitutional.

They wanted to get married on December 1st, in the context of acts of AIDS remembrance and awareness as they are both HIV-positive, but, in the last moment, another judge stopped their union. The reason was that the first judge did not have the authority to rule on matters of civil rights as her jurisdiction is limited to administrative cases. The whole case was then halted and sent to the Supreme Court to decide, but things accelerated when the Governor of the Tierra de Fuego province explicitly allowed Álex and José María to marry there.

I don't think it is a coincidence that both the first judge and the governor are women, who both probably know a little something about fighting for equality.

The main LGBT Organisation of Argentina considers that in 2010, Congress should declare same-sex marriage legal in order to bring justice and avoid similar cases of legal confusion. The Union of Catholic Lawyers says that the marriage is null and void because the Civil Code says that weddings must be celebrated in the couple's city of residence, and in this case they moved from Buenos Aires to the other end of the country.

Look here:



See Ushuaia? Gay marriage has reached the end of the world.

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Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"



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Strips One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93. In which Liss reimagines the long-running comic "Frank & Ernest," about two old straight white guys "telling it like it is," as a fat feminist white woman and a biracial queerbait telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.

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2-D or Not 2-D...

Every time you think you've caught up with technology, along comes something new to replace it, and of course, this being a capitalist world, your old technology has to be replaced. Case in point: me. I used to have reel-to-reel tapes, but they were replaced by 8-tracks, then by cassettes. (At one point I had all three.) Vinyl records were replaced by CD's, which are now obsolete because of MP3's. (On that score, I am still in the CD era with a large collection of vinyl records as well.) BetaMax video tape format lost out to VHS which, after a brief attempt by LaserDisc and SelectaVision, lost out to DVD's, and now they're history thanks to BluRay. At some point we're all going to just throw up our hands and go back to Super 8 movies (remember how that beat out old regular 8mm?) and 45's. (And don't get me started on the differences between Mac and PC.)

But this battle isn't being waged just in the home entertainment field any more. If you go to the movies, you have to chose between which version of a 3-D film you want to see.

While the blue-skinned Na’vi are shooting arrows out of the screen toward the audience in the 3-D movie “Avatar,” another battle is being fought in the theater — over the goofy-looking glasses that moviegoers must wear to see the three-dimensional effects.

Four companies are fighting for bridge of the nose with three different technologies. Each of them is more advanced than the paper glasses worn to view “Bwana Devil,” regarded as the first of the commercial 3-D movies in the 1950s, but all work on the same general principle. Each eye sees a slightly different frame of the movie, but the brain puts them together and perceives depth.

About four million glasses made by RealD, the market leader, were worn during Avatar’s opening weekend in the United States. RealD’s glasses use polarized lenses and cost about 65 cents each. MasterImage 3D, another vendor, uses a similar technology.

Dolby Laboratories, the company behind theater sound systems, makes glasses that filter out different frequencies of red, green and blue. They cost about $28 each. The glasses of the third company, XpanD, use battery-powered LCD shutters that open and shut so each eye sees the appropriate frame of the movie. Those cost as much as $50 each.

Each company claims its glasses and projection-system technology is better. Because glasses using one technology are useless in a theater using a different digital projection system, the companies backing the three technologies are scrambling for the upper hand while the 3-D industry is still in its infancy.
What seems to be lost in this battle are two points. First, it's not always the best technology that wins; it's the one with the bigger budget for PR and greasing the studios and producers so that they will prefer one brand over the other, even if the image isn't as good as the other. And then there are those of us with a condition known as strabismus, which means that our eyes don't fuse the images from each eye in the brain, so we do not have 3-D vision naturally. If you're born with it, you don't miss 3-D because you never had it to begin with. As far as I can tell, it's never inhibited my ability to do things that might require 3-D vision such as drive a car or even fly an airplane. (I used to blame my inability to play tennis on it, but I suspect that was an excuse for just not being very good at it. It obviously didn't hurt Pete Sampras.) But seeing a 3-D movie with the glasses would be a lost cause; I suspect that it might even make me nauseous as my brain tries to process the image from one lens to the other.

So if I go see Avatar, it will be the 2-D version. At least the studio had the courtesy to release that version so those of us without the software upgrade can see it. I just hope they don't decide that all movies have to be done in 3-D. I may just have to go back to my BetaMax.

Crossposted.

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Her Choices

by Shaker ViveLaFat

[Trigger warning.]

"Every fucking day of my life," was the response Wendy Maldonado gave to the 911 operator when she was queried as to whether her husband ever beat her. She had called 911 to report that she and her 16 year old son, Randy, had used a hammer and hatchet to kill her husband while he slept. The details of the abuse she and her four children suffered at his hands were detailed in an hour long documentary by Tommy Davis which is currently showing on HBO. While the documentary itself is a terrifying account of one man's systematic torture of his family and one woman's equally terrifying (if arguably justified) response to such torture, it is this review of the documentary by Brian Lowery at Variety.com that has brought me here to my very first guest post on Shakesville.

In his short review of "Every F-ing Day of My Life" Brian writes:

Nobody will come away from the movie filled with holiday cheer, either, but it's a sobering look at the consequences of bad choices -- from Maldonado in her teens marrying a guy who turned out to be a psychopath, to enduring having her teeth knocked out because she didn't perceive herself as having other options.
Of course, Wendy only perceived that she had no options. In reality she had plenty of choices including: Being beaten to death, watching her loved ones murdered, and bringing terror on anyone she tried to get to help her. While Mr. Lowery puts special significance on Wendy's "choice" to endure having her teeth knocked out, he doesn't make any mention of the person choosing to knock Wendy's teeth out. Mr. Lowery stops just short of claiming Wendy had it coming, and if she really wanted to avoid being beaten she shouldn't have made Aaron so angry.

However, gentle reader, Mr. Lowery wasn't finished.

No, when several people actually commented that his review partook in the blood-sport of victim blaming, he posted a response. Let me sum it up for you: Mr. Lowery is a big important critic and didn't spend much time on his review of this paltry, little documentary. Any intellect or artist would understand the point he is trying to make; however, for the whining, sensitive masses, he will deign to explain what he meant.
Now, perhaps [the review] was slightly inartfully worded -- as a 65-minute documentary, it didn't warrant an epic of a review -- inasmuch as I didn't restate how much of a bastard her husband was. To me, that was fairly self-evident to anybody who chose to watch the film.

But to suggest noting that (Wendy) Maldonado made "bad choices" along the way "blames the victim," as some have, is patently ridiculous.
No, actually, what is patently ridiculous is devoting one sentence to Aaron Maldonado's violent choices. I won't be so charitable. Aaron Maldonado knelt on his wife's head, in front of their children, until his wife stopped breathing. Aaron Maldonado bashed Wendy's head through the walls so often that she took to covering the holes with pictures her children drew (doing it while Aaron wasn't at home of course, so she wouldn't be beaten). Aaron Maldonado beat her unconscious while she was driving. Aaron Maldonado threatened to kill her family members one by one if she ever left him. He did all of this daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Yet, Aaron's choices, the daily choice to raise his hand in anger to his wife and children, are clearly not worth mentioning. Instead, let's see whose "bad choices" Mr. Lowery decided to expound upon:
Without having the movie fresh in my mind, I would call each of the following bad choices:

1) Getting married in her teens to a guy she really didn't know all that well. That's frankly the worst choice of all, and generally a prescription for marital and financial problems.

2) Having children (four of them) with him too soon.

3) Not more fully exploring her options in terms of finding some other way to escape her marriage. I realize she was threatened and terrified, but the movie closes with information about a domestic-abuse hotline. It does not say that if you are in an abusive relationship, you should kill your abuser while he sleeps and hope for mercy from the criminal-justice system after the fact.
I had an entire paragraph refuting the claim that the above were bad choices, but I erased it because it's moot. None of these "choices" actually exist. They are all figments of Mr. Lowery's privilege. A choice requires the power or liberty to choose; Wendy had neither power nor liberty. Making choices requires having choices; Wendy's lack of choice started when she was born a poor woman in a culture that doesn't nurture poor women, doesn't invest in providing them opportunities, doesn't ask questions like why a smart but troubled girl accrues 200 days of detention, gets pregnant, drops out, and marries her boyfriend, because she sees no other future for herself.

Wendy's lack of choices continued when her husband made her a prisoner of their marriage through threats, intimidation, and physical violence. And again when she tried to do the right thing but her calls to police were met with inaction and disdain. A choice was taken from her at every turn until, at last, murder seemed the only choice left.

And after Wendy made her choice, people told her that a jury might find her actions defensible, and let her go. But her oldest son, who suffered the brunt of Aaron Maldonado's abuse toward his four sons, participated in the killing, and while she might have been willing to gamble with her own life, she didn't want to gamble with his. Once again, she saw only one choice. Alongside her son, Wendy pleaded guilty, and was sentenced to 10 years in prison.

During those 10 years, assholes like Brian Lowery will have the choice to continue to contribute to the victim-blaming culture that took so many options from her to begin with. Or not to.

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It's a Heterocentric World

So I'm reading Sam Harris' The End of Faith, and I seem to find something to quibble with on every page, but it isn't until I get to page 53 that I get actively aggravated. The section titled "The Necessity for Logical Coherence" begins thus:

The first thing to notice about beliefs is that they must suffer the company of their neighbors. Beliefs are both logically and semantically related. ... The belief that some men are husbands demands that the proposition some women are wives also be endorsed, because the very terms "husband" and "wife" mutually define one another.
Um. Okay.

So where is Sir Elton John's wife? Or Wanda Sykes' husband? They are, respectively, a husband and a wife, and, according to Harris, such terms are only defined by their opposite-gender counterpart.

Oh, come on. Harrumph. Sigh. Eyeroll. You know what he meant.

Of course I know what he meant. I'm not daft. But the book is, after all, a treatise about the deleterious effects of suspending reason in order to indulge irrational beliefs that are then used to marginalize, oppress, or commit atrocities against other populations who do not share those views. Someone who fancies himself a champion of opening minds should, perhaps, avoid such reductive claims as "a husband can't be a husband without a wife," particularly when such contradistinctive definition is itself rooted in the very religious traditions he purports to disdain.

That a husband is better defined as a married man, without specifying to whom he is married, is not merely a matter of hopefulness, of using inclusive language so that change may happen: Same-sex marriage is already a fact in parts of this country and in other countries (and was when the book was published in 2004, and when it was updated with a new afterward in 2005).

(And because same-sex couples are not allowed to legally marry everywhere, perhaps an even better definition is simply a partnered wo/man, as many gay couples denied the right of marriage refer to each other as husbands and wives. It is also not uncommon for straight unmarried couples in many parts of the world to do the same.)

To expect gay readers to ignore this marginalizing language, to pretend that it has no effect, is to do precisely the same thing the New Atheists argue (quite rightly) is done to them when non-believers are presumed to be faithful, when they are compelled to bow their heads for grace at a family supper or are excluded from mention in State of the Union addresses. The New Atheists know it matters to have their lives and experiences and existence disappeared. So they ought be careful not to do the same to others.

It is the little things in which the big oppressions take root; the little things are the way that big inequalities are built, as brick after brick are laid in a foundation of privilege.

Such casual erasure of gay relationships does not happen in a void. It happens in a world in which the intolerance of gay men and women is being used to underwrite their death sentences in Uganda, legislation sponsored by religious extremists from Sam Harris' own country.

That matters. I can't, and won't, pretend that it doesn't.

[Related Reading: Greta Christina's Race, Gender, and Atheism, Parts One and Two.]

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"A Less Than Honest Policy"

That's the title of Bob Herbert's excellent column today, in which he details how the Senate's version of the health care insurance reform bill has ticking at its center "a middle-class tax time-bomb." He's referring to the 40% excise tax "on so-called Cadillac health plans, which are popularly viewed as over-the-top plans held only by the very wealthy," a tax that will, due to the rising cost of healthcare, be levied on more and more working Americans with basic employer plans.

In fact, it's a tax that in a few years will hammer millions of middle-class policyholders, forcing them to scale back their access to medical care.

Which is exactly what the tax is designed to do.

The tax would kick in on plans exceeding $23,000 annually for family coverage and $8,500 for individuals, starting in 2013. In the first year it would affect relatively few people in the middle class. But because of the steadily rising costs of health care in the U.S., more and more plans would reach the taxation threshold each year.

Within three years of its implementation, according to the Congressional Budget Office, the tax would apply to nearly 20 percent of all workers with employer-provided health coverage in the country, affecting some 31 million people. Within six years, according to Congress's Joint Committee on Taxation, the tax would reach a fifth of all households earning between $50,000 and $75,000 annually. Those families can hardly be considered very wealthy.

e Congressional Budget Office, the tax would apply to nearly 20 percent of all workers with employer-provided health coverage in the country, affecting some 31 million people. Within six years, according to Congress’s Joint Committee on Taxation, the tax would reach a fifth of all households earning between $50,000 and $75,000 annually. Those families can hardly be considered very wealthy.

Proponents say the tax will raise nearly $150 billion over 10 years, but there's a catch. It's not expected to raise this money directly. The dirty little secret behind this onerous tax is that no one expects very many people to pay it. The idea is that rather than fork over 40 percent in taxes on the amount by which policies exceed the threshold, employers (and individuals who purchase health insurance on their own) will have little choice but to ratchet down the quality of their health plans.

These lower-value plans would have higher out-of-pocket costs, thus increasing the very things that are so maddening to so many policyholders right now: higher and higher co-payments, soaring deductibles and so forth. Some of the benefits of higher-end policies can be expected in many cases to go by the boards: dental and vision care, for example, and expensive mental health coverage.

Proponents say this is a terrific way to hold down health care costs. If policyholders have to pay more out of their own pockets, they will be more careful — that is to say, more reluctant — to access health services. On the other hand, people with very serious illnesses will be saddled with much higher out-of-pocket costs. And a reluctance to seek treatment for something that might seem relatively minor at first could well have terrible (and terribly expensive) consequences in the long run.
So, to sum up: The tax is being introduced as a tax on high-end, or "Cadillac," plans, as defined by how many dollars of healthcare are covered by the plan. But, as the cost of healthcare rises, basic plans that cover a percentage of care will necessarily qualify as "Cadillac" plans. More people will be forced to pay a 40% excise tax, or lower the quality of their healthcare plans. Most people (and/or their employers) will opt for the latter, and the first thing to go will be preventable care, which is the exact thing that's gotten us into this situation in the first place, because our insurance companies currently pay out enormous amounts to pay for treatments of advanced disease for which people with bad or no healthcare didn't get treated earlier (and thus more cheaply).

The Senate bill thus stands to exacerbate spiraling healthcare costs.
The tax on health benefits is being sold to the public dishonestly as something that will affect only the rich, and it makes a mockery of President Obama's repeated pledge that if you like the health coverage you have now, you can keep it.
Gee, it's almost like there's legitimate reason to oppose this bill besides being a dirty fucking pajama-clad hippie who blogs from mom's basement and only cares about ideological purity at the expense of compassion or common sense.

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Hosted by the Dalek Emperor.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Bob Newhart Cracks Up Dean Martin

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Question of the Day

What's your favorite New Year's Eve movie? That is, a movie about or featuring scenes of a New Year's Eve.

There are loads of great old black-and-white NYE films—and not a few modern ones of various quality, too: Holiday Inn, Holiday, Show Boat, An American in Paris, Sunset Boulevard, Remember the Night, The Poseidon Adventure, When Harry Met Sally, Waiting to Exhale, Hudsucker Proxy, Bridget Jones' Diary, While You Were Sleeping, 200 Cigarettes, About a Boy, and, of course, the classics Happy New Year, Charlie Brown and Rudolph's Shiny New Year, just for a start.

I've got to give my vote to The Apartment, starring the amazing Shirley MacLaine and Jack Lemmon. If you've not seen it, don't watch the following clip, as it's the last few minutes of the movie and thus a big spoiler. I always blub at this scene. "Shut up and deal." Perfect.

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In Which I Substitute an Email Conversation with Liss for an Actual Post

Deeky: Hey, here's some great news!

Liss: So...China is basically like, "We give up. We throw our hands in the air and concede your stereotypes."

Deeky: "Bright colors, such as pink and light purple, and cute cartoon pictures decorate the parking lot."

Liss: "In case you were under the impression that we AREN'T a patronizing patriarchy who, much like yourselves, infantilize adult women by inextricably associating patronizing and juvenile iconography with womanhood...guess again, dirtbags!"

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Out My Window



Winter dusk.

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I'm Bananas for Jesus!

Or: It's a Christmas miracle!

Sitting down for an after lunch snack turned into a brush with all things holy when Lisa Swinton saw the face of Jesus on her banana peel.

"I was like 'Oh my God! It's Jesus on a banana!' I got it out of the fruit bowl and was about to peel it and eat it when I saw his face," she told The Daily Telegraph.

The impact of seeing Christ pressed into the banana did not stop the 39-year-old of Haberfield from still eating the fruit and depositing the holy peel.

...The fateful placing of her banana bunch underneath other fruit, Ms Swinton believes was the cause of the sacred imprint.

"It definitely wasn't that way when I bought it from Leichhardt Woollies," she said.
LOL!

I haven't been this filled with the Holy Spirit since Ikea Jesus. Praise be and hallelujah!

And thanks very much to Misty for the heads-up.

[Holy folks Gone Wild: Weeping and bleeding and appearing in Cheetos, more Cheetos, pretzels, fire and on pancakes, baking sheets, pizza pans, doggy doors, ice, peanuts, x-rays, turtles, ultrasounds, chocolate, dying plants, sheet metal, trees, more trees, more trees, more trees, more trees, more trees, wardrobes, water stains, plates of pasta, drywall, fish, grilled cheese sandwiches, potato chips, and a bathroom door.]

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RIP Deborah Yesner

This past Tuesday, we lost a key individual who made it her personal mission to try to keep exposing Fox News as anything but a "fair and balanced" news organization. After working as one of the researchers for Robert Greenwald's documentary, Outfoxed, Deborah and her fellow researchers decided to keep monitoring Fox's failed attempt at neutral journalism by setting up the News Hounds blog.

Following is an excerpt from a moving tribute posted by Melanie, a friend and colleague of Deborah's:

Deborah Yesner was one of us; one of the original eight. She taught special needs kids in her real life. She worked all day — five days a week — at that thankless job. Exhausted, frustrated, underpaid, she’d come home and — how she found the energy I don’t know other than to say that it was a testament to how much she believed in what she was doing — she’d monitor Bill O’Reilly; The Factor. (Can you imagine doing that after a hard day’s work?) She’d spend an hour watching the show and then an hour or three posting about it — for four years — for no pay mind you, other than the pittance in donations we’d split among us every quarter. (ChrisBG, another member of our group, figured it out at one point: we were bringing in roughly 6¢ and hour for the hours we worked.)
Every day that Fox News broadcasts is a day that we need someone as tenacious as Deborah to call them out on their bullshit.

Thank you, Deborah, for all you've done.

[H/T to BlueGal]

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Tils, a blur of fuzz.

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