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apocalypsosWhy the hell do I even bother listening to O'Reilly? (Oh, right, because I like screaming at idiots. And also, because I'm too lazy to change the radio station at work.) It's bad enough that the opening scares the hell out of me, because out of a bunch of people giving their opinion on him, good and bad, there's one annoyed woman saying, "Bill O'Reilly is the biggest liberal!" Compared to what?!
In any event, today's high point -- or low point, I guess you could say -- was when he interrupted his comparing abortion to euthanasia to rant that women who get pregnants and want abortions lost control of their bodies, they made the mistake of having sex, it's all their fault and now they should have to deal with this new person. Hell, even his simpering female cohost was like, "Dude, chill out." Of course, then he went and amused the hell out of me by saying over and over again that in the US, you can't tell the doctors not to treat you, then introduced a guest doctor who immediately told him he was full of shit. Hee. Listening to him get taken down a notch for not even knowing you could do that was vastly amusing.
Anyways, twelve hours of work today wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be, although the dumbass who was treating me like an idiot on the phone gets no love. All he'd put on his package was Mount Vernon and a P.O. box. Since we can't deliver to P.O. boxes, we called to get a correct address, and he said it was Mount Vernon, the home of George and Martha Washington. I only italicize that because he had to have said it at least four times in the course of a two-minute phone call. And even then, I still didn't get a street address out of him and I had to look it up on the Internet. (There was also a very polite, "Oh, your driver should know where it is, because it's a very important historical place and he'll have to deliver a lot of things there." And when I say 'very polite', I mean 'incredibly assholish.')
Oh, and you know what I didn't realize until today? Tomorrow's the start of Lent. Well, obviously, my childhood Catholic education's gone straight to Hell. I probably replaced those brain cells with mental images of Johnny Depp naked or something equally useful. And you know, depending on how the finale of TAR turns out tonight, I might feel vengeful enough tomorrow morning to do something totally bitchy, like wake up to a breakfast of Hershey's bars and Smirnoff. *cackles*
In any event, today's high point -- or low point, I guess you could say -- was when he interrupted his comparing abortion to euthanasia to rant that women who get pregnants and want abortions lost control of their bodies, they made the mistake of having sex, it's all their fault and now they should have to deal with this new person. Hell, even his simpering female cohost was like, "Dude, chill out." Of course, then he went and amused the hell out of me by saying over and over again that in the US, you can't tell the doctors not to treat you, then introduced a guest doctor who immediately told him he was full of shit. Hee. Listening to him get taken down a notch for not even knowing you could do that was vastly amusing.
Anyways, twelve hours of work today wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be, although the dumbass who was treating me like an idiot on the phone gets no love. All he'd put on his package was Mount Vernon and a P.O. box. Since we can't deliver to P.O. boxes, we called to get a correct address, and he said it was Mount Vernon, the home of George and Martha Washington. I only italicize that because he had to have said it at least four times in the course of a two-minute phone call. And even then, I still didn't get a street address out of him and I had to look it up on the Internet. (There was also a very polite, "Oh, your driver should know where it is, because it's a very important historical place and he'll have to deliver a lot of things there." And when I say 'very polite', I mean 'incredibly assholish.')
Oh, and you know what I didn't realize until today? Tomorrow's the start of Lent. Well, obviously, my childhood Catholic education's gone straight to Hell. I probably replaced those brain cells with mental images of Johnny Depp naked or something equally useful. And you know, depending on how the finale of TAR turns out tonight, I might feel vengeful enough tomorrow morning to do something totally bitchy, like wake up to a breakfast of Hershey's bars and Smirnoff. *cackles*
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Date: 2005-02-09 08:25 am (UTC)women who get pregnants and want abortions lost control of their bodies, they made the mistake of having sex, it's all their fault and now they should have to deal with this new person.
Oh yes, that argument. Amazingly convenient that the 'responsibility' those fundies like so much only seems to fall on one party. What, the woman conceived with no outside interference? Someone call the Pope.