I suppose I can't really call this an article... It is however a genuine response that I posted on one of the threads of the Guardian's 'comment is free' section. ( Link ). I post it here in hopes of encouraging you to explore the site at the Guardian, partly because it's a pretty good site in itself, partly to publicize the ongoing campaign of vitriolic ignorance, poisonous prejudice, and egregious arrogance directed at America by our 'friends' in Europe (in the hope that others beside mys...

I return from the wastelands of the non-JU universe... no doubt to universal applause and rapturous outpourings of spontaneous luuuuuuuuuuuurve, baby. Or maybe not. Before I left I thought I wouldn't really miss this obscure corner of reality - and yet I did. Even though I found a new audience to torment over at the Guardian's 'comment is free' site ( Link ) where, as the Bald Avenger, I thrash the omnipresent hordes of Eurodweebs and their pissant sympathisers from around the globe w...

"I'm curious, LW. What would you say to people that consider this a co-depenant mental problem? You know that some would say that you just happened to hook up with someone who has a complimentary emotional flaw, right? Granted, many also call homosexuality a mental or emotional problem. Do you see it as the same kind of thing? Do you think it is just something you are, irrespective of your experiences and mental adjustment, or something that came from how you were treated earlier in life?"...

How many different sorts of suffering are there in the world? And how many of them are innocent? I've no doubt there are many, and that asking how many forms can be described as innocent is akin to asking how many angels can dance on the point of a pin - not head, as is usually stated. A mathematical answer has been worked out ( Link ) but mathematics has no soul and can't be thought of theologically. So be damned to it. Participatory, sacrificial pain interests me. And the best, the ...

I didn't know Schatze for long, just the little over two years that I've been here, when she was long past her glory days. I knew a very grand old lady, full of character, a dog whose favorite creature in all the world was a man - almost any man. She was a floozy, and something of a petting-tart, happily sitting at the feet of anyone who would pet her for as long as they were willing to do it, especially if that someone was male. But in these last weeks she spent more and more time with me...