Friday, June 15, 2012

probably the most repulsive woman ever.

i hardly ever blog like this, but here goes.

 

meet shirley phelps roper, a woman so vile there are no words that could do her message justice. one of the key leaders in WESTBORO BAPTIST CHURCH, which preaches not just that homosexuality is wrong, but openly tells the world that homosexuals themselves should be killed. i cannot believe this woman. she's motherfucking incredible. take a look.


unfuckingbelievable much?

i've been trying hard to keep from swearing too much on this blog but people like that just make me so angry! mother of GOD. and the worst thing is i can't stop now, because her insanity is just morbidly fascinating.

the anchorman got it right when he said she should be ashamed of herself. talk about forcing unwanted things around someone's throat, shirley, you're doing it right.


and so are you michael moore!

as an additional titbit, as in wikipedia:

"She is married to Brent D. Roper. They have 11 children. In a 2007 UK documentary by Welsh personality Keith Allen, in which Phelps-Roper and some of her children agreed to appear, Phelps-Roper is shown admitting on camera that her oldest son was born out of wedlock. Allen found hypocritical Phelps-Roper's vocal condemnation on strangers having sexual congress outside of marriage while she herself was guilty of the same. According to Kansas City's The Pitch, Phelps-Roper doesn't deny that her son Sam, who was later adopted by Brent Roper, was born out of wedlock but refuses to reveal the identity of his biological father."

like, wow.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

for the love of nancy.






yeah and if everyone boycotts mega stores and/or supermarkets, how many will go hungry again?

get real. it's not a cause, it's just life.

Friday, June 8, 2012

slowly, seeping from the bone.




the blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. the mean reds are horrible. suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. do you ever get that feeling?

- holly golightly
(breakfast at tiffany's)



had a fight with my mom today, which is never ideal. i suppose today is just one of those days. drab, flat. nothing sits right, my hair is annoying the living hell out of me, and i feel like gross-sobbing for no reason at all.
 
there are, however several things that make me feel better. coffee & cigarettes, soundtracks from the musical CHICAGO, and probably most surprising or all, stacy's blog.

while i'm usually never in the mood to feel inferior in terms of writing flair, the comfort her words give me is immeasurable. on days such as these, i sometimes think her mind is really the best place to be. it's almost like escaping into another personality, running away from here; wherever here is.


(PART OF) TODAY'S PLAYLIST:

tegan and sara - love type thing
kings of leon - pyro
cary brothers - blue eyes
the white stripes - walking with a ghost
bon iver - skinny love
feist - moon my man
coldplay - a hopeful transmission
john mayer - neon
temper trap - resurrection
M83 - we own the sky
junkie xl - broken


to healing, maybe.