Further comment is superfluous.

Before he left to fly back home to Austin, Dr. Weinberg seemed to soften for a moment, describing religion a bit fondly as a crazy old aunt.

“She tells lies, and she stirs up all sorts of mischief and she’s getting on, and she may not have that much life left in her, but she was beautiful once,” he lamented. “When she’s gone, we may miss her.”

Dr. Dawkins wasn’t buying it. “I won't miss her at all,” he said. “Not a scrap. Not a smidgen.”

The Seattle Times:

Among the 50 largest U.S. cities, Seattle is second only to San Francisco in the percentage of residents identifying themselves as gay, lesbian or bisexual, a new study reports.

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The study reports found that 12.9 percent of Seattle residents — roughly 57,900 people — identified themselves as gay, lesbian or bisexual. In San Francisco, 15.4 percent of residents identified themselves as gay, lesbian or bisexual.

In other completely unsurprising news, you can find prostitutes on the Internet, Seattle is wet, and Russell T Davies' "dark and sexy" adult Doctor Who spinoff Torchwood is rubbish.

The truth shall set you free.

Madam,

Please pull your purse out of my ass. It is not a coat check.

Love,
A. Hog

Dear world,

On behalf of a majority of Americans, we're very sorry for the last six years of insane warmongering kleptocracy, and we'll try very hard not to let it happen again. We were young. And drunk. And we were going through a lot of personal issues. Please don't judge us too harshly. Give us a chance to seduce you again with our happy new comparatively-sane somewhat more progressive kleptocracy.

We want to make it up to you. Here's a start: pick your favourite social, economic, military, or political matter in which the United States plays some role. Do you have it? Good. Now close your eyes, and imagine the worst possible outcome of this consistent with the laws of physics. Can you see it? Complete with Crusaders and unfettered global capitalism and dead fisheries and rising sea levels and a Venusian atmosphere and a special gay-bashing fence in every town? With the sound of jackboots on the pavement in the depths of night? Good. Now open your eyes again. Surprise! That may not happen after all. The worst possible outcome is no longer guaranteed!

Merry Christmas.

Love,
A. Hog