and then our exile

Do excuse me whilst i go throw up and wash out my mind and so on. Yech. i should know enough by now not to waste my time with Little Green Footballs [only click on link if you are a masochist who enjoys bigot-infested webboards]. People on the right can be decent though misguided, but people on the extreme right end up delusional haters.

Also: here is an experiment i conducted: told three people to go see The Corporation [it opens officially tomorrow evening]. One said "naah." Another said "i can't: i'm seeing Dawn of the Dead. Eh." A third said "i can't: i'm seeing Bubba Ho-Tep. You should come too. Eh." Much as i appreciate invitations, i still raise eyebrow(s): the problem in the above picture is that i know each of these people to be on the whole decent, good people. If it weren't so i could discount the responses, but as it is, they point to the INFILTRATION of POPULAR CULTURE by NARCISSISTIC SELF-DESTRUCTIVE INFLUENCES. IT'S A CIA PLOT, PEOPLE.
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Need: white male willing to sit on board holding sign whilst being carried around. If you know of such specimen, tell.

Usman Is. Last summer i'd said i don't like using superlatives when talking of people (the whole tauhid thing, you know). S Lyke commented that i'd start doing so now that Usman is here. And you know? She was right. He's the only i've met in the world i can talk of in such.