Dear Bill O’Reilly:
This morning, you saw fit to ridicule House Rep. Maxine Waters for her personal appearance. Specifically, you observed her speaking in the House and began to snicker. You apologized because you said all you could think of when watching her speak was… “James Brown’s wig. It’s the exact same wig!”
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re so fucking funny.
Might I point out to you that Donald Trump has so much hair glue in his sleazebag, 1980s coke-sniffing, 13-year-old-raping, gangster coif it makes me nauseated every time I see, hear, think, or write about him.
Might I point out to you that you are not even worthy to be stuck to the bottom of Rep. Waters’ shoe?
Might I point out that your books are absymally written, clumsily biased, and badly researched?
I won’t even stoop to discussing YOUR personal appearance. But I WILL add, I know who I’d rather wake up in bed with. And it ain’t YOU or your HAIRMAN.
Kimberly Townsend Palmer, Esq.
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One hundred blessings a day. I’m in. I’m in!!!!!!!
Recently, apropos of something else, my Rabbi mentioned that there is a custom in Jewish life to try and say one hundred blessings a day. Of course, I had to look this up right away. Despite a childhood in Jewish day schools, I had never heard of this one – which means nothing, really, because there’s too much for any one person to learn in a lifetime, let alone in elementary or high school.
There are text-based reasons for the choice of one hundred as the magical number of blessings, but that’s not what interested me. I tend to think you can find text based excuses for anything if you try hard enough. But the idea of one hundred blessings sounds whole and beautiful and challenging enough to encourage the kind of gratitude Oprah used to talk about with her gratitude journals. Saying a blessing is more than just gratitude…
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Leslie Gaines is a criminal, a con man and an artistic failure. He has stolen — from me personally — business assets worth at least $66,000. In addition, he has physically assaulted me, stolen from me, and invaded my home. Warning: do not ever, under any circumstances, trust this man.
He is a liar. He never speaks truth. He sheds crocodile tears. He is a bad actor. He is a hypocrite, a racist, and a descendant of General Gaines, one of the foremost murderers of native Americans in this country’s history. He is cursed by the Seminole and the Miccosuccee tribes, and I believe he is also is suffering from early onset Alzheimer’s, or some other form of dementia. Or, just as likely, he has just rotted his brain with too much drinking & drugging.
He abuses women, uses & emotionally abuses everyone he meets, and continues to steal from my by using my deceased brother’s name on his work! I pray that he doesn’t harm anyone else. Look at his face and run from it, should you see him. Forewarned is forearmed. I owe the world this warning, both as a human being and a fourth generation attorney.
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YA BAKİ ENTEL BAKİ
We live in a world where truths are twisted and lies become the truth, people are getting dumber while phones are getting smarter.
We live in a world where food is becoming a luxury and chemicals are piled up at our grocery stores.
We live in a world where humans are cutting down and destroying the trees to write down “Save our Nature” while they are making paper of those fallen stomps.
We live in a world where animals are getting captured, hunted and slaughtered for mankind’s enjoyment instead of our need for hunger.
We live in a world where Our clouds are disappearing, chemical trails now appearing.
We live in a world where people are drinking poison as water and they do the ice bucket challenge with the pure one.
We live in a world where people are more interested of a naked body than a corpse of an…
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It took a long time for the dreams to come back.
(The dreams took a long time to come back.)
Her parrot knew before anyone.
The city of the violet crown.
No one escapes the labyrinth. Not even the dissolute rich.
The oracle sighed, and filled her pen with blue ink:
I know you intimately; I know the way your eyes move,
across the landscape. I realize how we live. It’s not a sin;
you want the love you got in the beginning. You want to
change your size, your shape, and your life. Where will
you be drawn, and in what order? One woman you know
will stop at the color green, another woman dreams
of strangers as she sleeps next to her husband of fifty years.
That man will drink his coffee black, that one will slap
his daughter so hard she feels her cheekbones vibrating
for hours. Remember before you were born; remember
not having to breathe? Imagine that stillness, that beauty
of the womb. Let me remind you. It was shielded
from the world, no sharp edges anywhere. You and you
and you and you… your taut plum of a heart beat.
One day we will be there again, our blood will soar,
the sparkle sparkle sparkle of life. The moonlight there
will be as pale and as reflective as new snow.
Your worry-lines will gradually fall away. To forget
your longing, you agonize daily, hourly: the beans
or the meatloaf? The blue shirt or the yellow? Toward the sea…
or the mountains? Marry Paul or James? As the crow flies,
or the long, winding road? We were together, you and I,
even when you thought no one could see — I watched
the way you lied, cooked the books, phoned for drugs,
delivered Chinese take-out. You made yourself
important, taller, richer, more attractive. Time for courage,
time for facts. You have always been, are, will be loved.