I have finally arrived

I love some of the stuff that lands in my inbox. It makes me feel so special, like this latest invitation:

Registry of Distinguished Women - Confirm your Free Membership
NAPW [info@happypene.com]
Sent:    Thursday, August 13, 2015 11:08 AM
To:       pauli@mugglematters.com

Pauli Congratulations, You've qualified To Join the National Association of Professional Women!

Very Few are selected each year to be included into NAPW.

Please Confirm your Invitation.
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Hilarious.

It's Pauli, not Paula. "Learn your genders, man!"

Ben Shapiro fights back, Jenner's lack of bravery, funny versus serious, etc.

...all in a 7 minute video. This is NSFW and it is horribly painful to listen to the description of junk-alteration, but it is so funny. "He turned into a dude."



This video "Wakes you up to the myriad of genders...." Indeed it does.

"Alt-conservative"* publisher's purse dog pees on American Sniper for the team

By the way, "alt-conservatism" is the ideological equivalent of hermaphrodism or transgenderism, the gambit that some creature somewhere - a marmot, a penguin - will still be available to date you on Saturday night. Or, as in the case of this and TAC, that at least someone will buy your product.

Anyway, go here for the golden shower. If you don't already know who Chris Kyle is, educate yourself.

As usual, there is a wrapper and a payload.

The wrapper is two "niggling" gripes about the movie: an insufficiently realistic baby and a scene where it appears to be daylight in two distantly separated places simultaneously. The latter of these "goofs" as they are commonly known in IMDB leads to the payload:

If a filmmaker takes that kind of liberty with astronomy, one wonders what other details he has twisted.

Taking that kind of liberty with astronomy. Positively Ptolemaic. Best we flee while we still can.

Well, wonder no more, marmot. Skip the movie and instead either read "Peter [giving] it a B+ over on FrontRow", or better yet, read a story about "strange lies" Chris Kyle allegedly told someone. Alas, no Page 3 girl, penguin.

This is what Chris Kyle's heroic life and tragic murder are to alt-conservatives: product, in this case lipstick for a chihuahua, at best.

Give the purse dog a call, marmots and penguins; he's obviously lonely.

UPDATE (as they say): Contra pursedog (r), Paul Rieckhoff.