My father sent me this, a view inside the space station, which, except for the slight sexist bit (woman astronaut as cargo) is very cool. (Crap. I can't figure out how to add it. Here's the address --
InsidetheSpaceStation.wmv -- but it won't play.)
I have to say the woman as caro bit at the front just annoys me all out of measure. WTF? WTFF? Why can't my heroes, the astronauts, be fucking heroes? Why do they have to be sexists tools? I would love to watch this scrap of video and just enjoy it, just groove on the notion that we've got people, some of them women, too, in space. Instead, I've got to itch with the knowledge that those people think it's funny to treat half the human race like objects -- and can't imagine that anyone would find any reason to object to that. (You feminists, no sense of humor.)
And then this: Day by Day's charming effort for this Friday. Helen Thomas, as you'll recall, is the senior reporter who stood up to George W. and got demoted to the back row of the press conferences; Bush also stopped calling on her. Didn't call on her for three years. When he did call on her again, after three years of refusing to admit she was in the room, this was her question:
"I'd like to ask you, Mr. President, your decision to invade Iraq has caused the deaths of thousands of Americans and Iraquis, wounds of Americans and Iraqis for a lifetime. Every reason given, publicly at least, has turned out not to be true. My question is: Why did you really want to go to war? From the moment you stepped into the White House, from your Cabinet—your Cabinet officers, intelligence people, and so forth—what was your real reason? You have said it wasn't oil—quest for oil, it hasn't been Israel, or anything else. What was it?"
So Chris Muir's response? He mocks her because she's old.
Old women, Mr. Muir believes, apparently have no right to exist. Ugly old things.
Also, good shit: look at this.
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