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Mass Effect fanfic: Longing

I can't post this on FFN, so I may as well post it here. Rating is MA for explicit adult content.

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It's been reported that there are rumors that Sarah Palin is under investigation by the feds over the matter of her house and the Wasilla (Alaska) sports complex being built at the same time by the same company. There are rumors that there were kickbacks and shady dealings involved.

The facts are that there are rumors about this.

So, because I said that, does that mean that Sarah Palin's lawyer is going to threaten to sue me?

I hope so. I need a good laugh.
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Oh, so he's "sorry" now.

Johnston County sheriff "apologizes" for generalizations about "Mexicans".

And if anyone thinks that apology is sincere, I've got a bridge, some swampland, and a nice copper-plated statue for sale. CHEAP!

When I was in fifth grade, I had a teacher (and a few classmates) who used to regularly sling racial slurs at me because it was assumed that since I was born in SoCal, tanned easily, and could (at the time) speak passable Spanish, I was Hispanic. Wetback, border-jumper, bean-eater, greaser...you get the picture. Just because I'm not Hispanic (I only "look Mexican(sic)"), that didn't and doesn't make those terms any less offensive to me. My mother couldn't complain to anyone at the time, because in small-town North Dakota in the 80s there was nobody who would listen. The school board certainly wouldn't have paid any attention--they were content to simply go along with altering my school records so that my sister and I were marked as "Hispanic", so that they could get money from Joe Fed for having "minorities" in the district. When I finally left that town, it was (and still is) a great blessing to me to be quit of that place.

Even now, it still gets assumed that I'm Hispanic--again, because I tan easily (I'm quite brown right now, despite my rosacea) and I speak passable Spanish--and I have to hear that same shit all over again, combined with being told to go back to a country that I've never even visited, much less have roots in. So yeah, though I am against illegal immigration it still chaps my ass hardcore to hear people acting as if everyone of Hispanic origin is in the country illegally. It burns me to hear people calling for Hispanic children to have their citizenship taken away, just because one or both of their parents might have entered the country illegally. What did the kids do wrong, except be born? Would these same fuckheads be calling for their citizenship to be yanked if they were white and from, say, Ireland?

Human nature being what it is, I highly doubt it.

I can only imagine how it is for victims of human trafficking that were lured here with the lie that they were coming in and would receive a Green Card on arrival, only to be kept as slaves in sweatshops or brothels--and then, when freed by the police and given what amounts to refugee status (because they'll be in mortal danger if they get sent home), to hear ignorami calling for them to be deported as if they willfully crossed the border illegally. Again, if they were white and English-speaking, would the ignorami be raving?

And again, I doubt it.

Dear Nazi scuzzwipe on the Wolfline bus this morning:

I realize that you hold dear the works of such notable people as Adolf Hitler, David Duke, the late William Pierce, and other leading lights of humanity.

However, I think we need to come to an understanding about something--specifically, your use of the term "Aryan" to describe yourselves. You see, the word "Aryan" has been grossly misused since the 19th Century. It most correctly refers to the people who originated in what is now Iran. When used by you and others of your cerebrally-challenged ilk to refer to people of Euro descent, it is rather incorrect.

In other words: Anyone of Iranian descent is more Aryan than a "nice" Northern European Boy like you.

Yes sir, the Ayatollah Khomeini was more Aryan than you are. Zubin Mehta is more Aryan than you are. Even the late Freddie Mercury was more Aryan than you are.

Still don't get it? Let me spell it out for you using pictures so that your feeble mind can comprehend it:



Please keep this in mind the next time you want to spout off about "Aryan racial purity". Fuckin' idiot.
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Let's just round up all them filthy mutts and put them down like the dogs they are!

(The subject line is heavy with sarcasm)


In a nutshell: Some loser decided that it would be funny to send out a chainletter saying that there were Muslim women in full hijab practicing for a 9/11-style attack on--get THIS--"the North Hills Movie Theater" (which doesn't exist--it's the Regal North Hills Stadium 14). It's been investigated and found to be completely bogus by the RPD, but of course there are still some morons (one of whom shall not be revealed to be named Judy Allen of the Country Club Hills subdivision just off Glenwood Avenue) who believe the letter and are STILL forwarding it around even though it's been proven false by the RPD and debunked on Snopes.

I quote:

Raleigh resident Judy Allen first heard about the e-mail Sunday night from a friend at a Super Bowl party. After her friend forwarded her the message, Allen said she forwarded it again to another dozen people, including a friend whom she knew was planning to take her daughter to see the Hannah Montana concert movie at North Hills.

"It rang true," said Allen, who passed the message along primarily to members of her Country Club Hills neighborhood's community watch program. "We just wanted to do our part to protect the community. It's important to keep your eyes open."

Yeah, because everyone who "looks Muslim" is immediately a turrist, you stupid fucking cow. I hope that you don't have kids, because it bugs the piss out of me to think that yet another bigoted moron is going to be polluting the genepool with her filth.
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Oh for the love of Tyr.

They called my OLD phone number, even though I made it CLEAR in writing that the number had changed four years ago.

Which means, of course, that I have more than likely lost the appeal--but you know what?

At least it's over now.
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Lest we forget WHY we celebrate this day:

 IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
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Hail the brave men who put their necks on the line to secure our independence. May their sacrifices not have been in vain.
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I am pretty OK with this.

Mostly cos it's pissing off all the Detroit fans and everyone who pisses and whines about teams in the Sunbelt--but also because I remember 2003 and how hard Rob Niedermayer and JS Giguere and the rest of that crew played their asses off.

Those guys finally got their reward. Teemu finally got his reward, after his wanderings away from the Pond and back again. It makes me happy, because it reminds me of the Warchief five years ago when he lost and then last season when he finally got a Cup.

My Golden Bitch? Fuck him (not literally--who do you think I am, Christine Chorley?). This isn't about him. This isn't even really about geographical boundaries or the Mason-Dixon Line (which doesn't really apply to California) or any of that other window-dressy bullshit.

Yeah, I was barracking for the Sens. I felt it would be quite fitting (and nice) to see the first team to win the Cup after the Cup went to the sole possession of the NHL win it again after 80 years, a Great Depression, a World War, a Cold War, and a reincarnation--who better to break the Canadian cup drought?

The spirits of the Silver Seven are calling to their latter-day successors to come and join them in immortality.

Deyr fé,
deyja frændur,
deyr sjálfur ið sama.
En orðstír
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getur.

Cattle die, kinsmen die,
the self must also die;
but glory never dies,
for the man who is able to achieve it.

The spirits will be waiting a while longer, as will Elgin-Alexander, the Senators' littlest Einheri. But don't lose hope, Sens fans--your boys will get there.

Congratulations, Ducks.
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The Roadtrip Diary, Day 5: Game Day

So yesterday was the big day: I'd get to go to a hockey game with my sister. The game didn't turn out quite as I'd hoped, but it was still fun to spend time with Shawna. We didn't get to the Can until right before puck-drop, which just floored me. "Don't you want to watch the warm-ups?" I asked. And Shawna was all like "Why? Those are so boring."

I got a lot to teach my sister about hockey, yo. Srsly. Soanyway, the game.

Compared to the RBC, the crowds at the Pepsi Center are D to the U to the L funkin' L. MAN, they are dead here! Of course, I'm used to a constant level of noise and insanity at the RBC. I tried to bring some Section 328 mojo by shouting "CHEATERS! NEVER! WIN!" whenever an Av went to the box, but of course it backfired on me. It amused Shawna, though.

Shawna went down to the Altitude Authentics store between periods 2 and 3 to get a baby-jersey for the Flea, and a blog-buddy of mine gave her an Avs puck after the game. So that was cool. I'll have to cash in my empties and buy a Canes baby-jersey to send to Flea, so he can have one to wear at home (Avs) and one to wear on the road (Canes). ;) The one thing I was hoping to be able to do this weekend (track down the Warchief and get him to sign a puck for the Flea), I couldn't do. I was tres bummed by that, but I guess you can't win 'em all. I'll still have three days after I get home from Denver to do something like that.

After the game, Shawna and I talked about the game--and we agreed that it was fun even if my team got pwnt. It was just so nice to be able to actually DO something with my sister, especially cos I got to tell her why I was laughing at Patrice Brisebois for coughing up JWill's second goal and why Budaj was in goal instead of Jose Hilton Theodore (translation: Breeze-by got regularly manhandled by the 'Canes when he was with the Habs, and Theohilton has pretty much been the Canes' bitch since 2002).

The fans were pretty cool. Had one bloke ask me a couple questions about the 'Canes (who we lost, etc.), and chatted about the Staal brothers with these three cats that were sitting in front of me. And the best part? NO FUCKING CHEERLEADERS. Shawna was astounded at how happy I was that the Avs have no freakin' cheerleaders like a bunch of other teams do. It was SO nice to see a hockey game without having to see a bunch of camel-toe queens running around.

Soanyway. After we got back to the house, and then this happened. I was LMAO right up until the combination of mead and Tramadol knocked me on my ass and I had to go to bed.

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