Check out my new Angry Black Shoppe! Oooooh! Aaaaaaah!
If you look on my sidebar, you’ll see my Angry Black Shoppe! So stop in. Look around. We’ve got iPad, iPhone 3GS and iPhone 4 cases (because, duh and/or hello, I love Apple stuff.) We’ve got shirts, for mens and womenses. We’ve got dog bowls, mugs… um… hats, and, let’s see… a bunch of other crap. Magnets! We’ve got magnets! (How do they fuckin’ work?)
Aaaaanywhoodle, you should buy some stuff. You know you want to. It’s for a good cause. I will be donating all the proceeds to Camp Cocker Rescue.
“The bill in South Dakota is an invitation to murder abortion providers.”
The bill, sponsored by state Rep. Phil Jensen, a committed foe of abortion rights, alters the state’s legal definition of justifiable homicide by adding language stating that a homicide is permissible if committed by a person “while resisting an attempt to harm” that person’s unborn child or the unborn child of that person’s spouse, partner, parent, or child. If the bill passes, it could in theory allow a woman’s father, mother, son, daughter, or husband to kill anyone who tried to provide that woman an abortion—even if she wanted one.
This lawsuit hearkens back to the infamous hot coffee lawsuit involving some lady dumping some hella hot McDonald’s coffee on her lap. I wish I had something more exciting to say about it, but I just read the Wikipedia entry about that case, and I’m fairly certain that I’m dumber than I was five minutes ago. I want my brain back, Wikipedia. In any event, if you take a look at the photo of Isaiah Harris, the kid looks like he was severely burned. Poor kid.
Why does Walt Disney hate your children?
The second lawsuit was filed by a disabled man in California — a man whose hand I want to shake: Continue reading →
O’Donnell, who wrote that her losing campaign sent “shockwaves” throughout the nation, said in an e-mail to supporters Tuesday that her group will look into the groups “funded with one million dollars or more from billionaire leftist George Soros.”
“The Left keeps after me because they consider strong, Republican women a danger to their status quo,” O’Donnell wrote. “Your donation also enables me to speak out in many venues from Coast to Coast, thereby helping support a nationwide effort. This is a way that will help me counter attack our opponents and bring the battle to them.”
ChristinePAC is based out of O’Donnell’s Delaware home, raising concerns for ethics groups given that O’Donnell is already under investigation for alleged misuse of campaign funds.
Christine, honey — you’re never going to achieve full Palinosity until you stop running your PAC from your fucking house. You should totally demand that Fox News build you a house! They built Sarah her own studio! Aren’t you, like, totes jellis!? Well, you should be. I heard Palin talking shit about you during the pep rally. I heard from this one chick that Sarah calls you thunder thighs behind your back, like, all the time. I know! What a slutbag! What’s her damage, anyway?
Run along, now. Aren’t you late for your weekly virgin sacrifice? Here: you can borrow my pentagram pendant.
I’ve seen my fair share of celebrities. I’ve been living in LA for ten years, after all. When I spot a celeb, generally I make note of it, text a couple girlfriends — “Guess who I just saw!?” — and move on. I rarely get excited enough about seeing a particular celebrity that it warrants interrupting them as they attempt to go about their business, buying Tom’s of Maine toothpaste at Whole Foods. It just seems obnoxious. The only other time I’ve stopped a celeb and asked for a photo is when I saw Tyson Beckford at a pool party a few years ago. I approached him for a photo simply because he and I were the only two black people at the party, and so I figured he owed me. You know — to give back to the community n shit.
Anyway, I practically ran into him, pointed at him and said “you!” Then, I mumbled something about loving his work and something about being a blogger (who isn’t these days, MIRITE?), but managed to get it together enough to introduce myself and tell him to check out angryblacklady.com if he was ever so inclined. Then I asked some dude who was buying some sort of whatever if he would mind taking a picture for me. After the dude took the photo, Aasif was nice enough to stick around to make sure the photo was decent. Then I shook his hand and we parted ways. It was all I could do to not have a total fangirl attack right there next to the organic sunglasses.
And that, citizens, is the story of How Aasif Mandvi Made Angry Black Lady’s Day. Huzzah!