From a work in progress:

The year is 1984. At this point in the story Arnie is 60. A New Yorker who has moved to L.A. He works as an agent. He has come to the city to help Sam as his lover dies. When Jimmy is dead and the body taken away, Arnie goes back to his hotel to sleep. Sam is the great love of his life:

Out on 57th Street Arnie was swept up by the flood of people in holiday mood heading east toward 7th Avenue where they would join the annual Pride March that kicked off later from Central Park South.

For the noon start, participants had been assembling since early morning, with individual contingents forming on side streets off 7th Avenue preparing to take their allotted place in the march down Manhattan to Sheridan Square, site of the Stonewall Inn where it all began—and which was now a shop that sold decorative objects made of wood, both useful and not.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-VymQeFoVQ

Nothing is more offensive than what makes other people laugh.

And nothing has been more instructive about our vaunted free speech than the weaseling response of our hired intelligentsia. Of course it’s offensive. Of course it’s crude. That’s the motherfucking point, you motherfucking pope fucking gay boy fucking cunt licking pussy licking taint licking fucktards.

It’s supposed to make men go chungk in their beer. And hit each other over the head with their mugs. Like the time they all got together to fuck each other’s brothers. (See what I did there? I didn’t say sisters. I am so advanced.) What’s different about the Seth Rogan film that I haven’t seen and have no plans on seeing? Or the porn sites being shut down by our evangelical friends who’ve got nothing better to do with their right hands? What else was Borat? But then ask Salman Rushdie. His account of living under the siege of fundamentalists is instructive for as much as it tells us about the author’s unconscious shutting down as his police guard is shagging his secretary.

To paraphrase The Guardian:

Warning: this post contains the image of Muhammad (or it could be just a random Arab guy) crying over what a bunch of fanatics did in his name, and some may find that offensive.

Also from The Guardian:

Newspapers around Europe, including Libération, Le Monde and Frankfurter Allgemeine have used the image online. The BBC showed it briefly during a newspaper review on Newsnight. In the US, USA Today and the LA Times ran the cover but the New York Times did not. The Guardian is running this cover as its news value warrants publication.

Scary to realize that Stinque has bigger balls than the Gray Lady.

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Review: “The first time I ever came across Sally Clarkson was as a keynote speaker at a big homeschool conference about a decade ago!”

Customers Also Bought: “Make it Happen: Surrender Your Fear. Take the Leap. Live On Purpose.”

Footnote: Truth be told, there are some folks whom we wish lived with shallow intention and timid faith. Short of that, take away their guns.

Own Your Life [Amazon]

Buy or Die [Stinque@Amazon Kickback Link]

Sorry, I can’t draw.

(1) Caption it

(2) Should SanFranLefty change her avatar to this photo?

Here’s some Joe Biden footage to cleanse your palate/make it all…okay…again.

Pass the mind bleach.

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