Seattle Space Needle Reflection at Night

Capitol Hill’s New Body-Shaming Statue

You know, I’ve never heard anyone call fauxgressives brave, and if this statue deep in “Amen Territory” is any indication, I’m not going to hear it for some time.

Yes, Donald Trump is evil incarnate. We know this because the wealthy elitists in media, politics, and academia tell us so. Especially those elitists who share a political party with none other than the venerable Ku Klux Klan.

It is these very bastions of ethics, not to mention their gentrifying offspring, who inform us that it is uncool … so very, very uncool to be a Trump supporter in 2016.

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Black Lives Matter. Affluent Lives Matter More.

On my way home from work today, I stopped to observe a Black Lives Matter rally in Westlake Park.

I looked around at all of the people, at all of the signs, and I watched and waited for indication that someone, anyone, knew what was going on in this country.

That indication did not come. When all was said and done, I could do little more than mutter “poor fools”, hang my head and walk away.

So far this year, 136 black people (overwhelmingly male) have been killed by the police. In the same period of time, 279 white

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Picture of the Day: Body Language

The Honeycaust?

An outspoken woman in Seattle? Complaining about a perceived imperfection in her extraordinarily-privleged 3%er life? Why, that doesn’t sound right. No, that doesn’t sound right at all. That only always happens!

There’s a point in most moral panics where, emboldened by the cowardice of the populace and complicity of the media, said panic crosses the threshold from vaguely-theoretically-possible, to outright parody. A point where all but the most mentally enslaved exclaim “Oh come on, this is just too much!”, either verbally or in their own minds. The point at which the moral panic, to borrow a phrase, jumps the

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Hypocrite

Twice, once in 2008, and again in 2012, the Mayor of Seattle (and nearly all of those Seattleites who call themselves “progressive”), voted for a man, the President of the United States, who was publicly, and rather strongly, against gay marriage.

Not more than two years later, the very same Mayor boycotted the working-class people of Indiana for holding the exact same position as a man he voted for to become President.

Last year, several high-profile individuals lost their jobs when it was revealed that they were against gay marriage in their private lives. Once again, these people maintained

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Smashing Pumpkins at the Paramount Theater

The Smashing Pumpkins played the Paramount last Wednesday night. After opener Liz Phair did her thing, Corgan began the show with a string of mostly-acoustic-ish (solo acoustic through a fairly large PA system) songs, then segued into some fully-electric songs, back to acoustic-ish, back to electric, back to acoustic-ish, etc, etc. The rest of the band came and went throughout the gig, depending on whether the song was a band or solo number.

When all was said and done, it was maybe 40% traditional rock, 60% quasi-acoustic, all kind of mixed together. I’ve never seen anything completely like it,

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Sequoia Sitta

Since about 11:00 today, a man has been sitting near the top of the Macy’s Giant Sequoia at 4th and Stewart/Olive.

For the majority of the day, helicopters have been hovering overhead, and dozens of police officers with assault-rifles have been standing at the base of the tree.

Assault rifles.

For a man in a tree.

Allow me to repeat …

Assault rifles.

For a man in a tree.

For a man in a tree.

As you might expect, this spectacle has drawn a fair number of onlookers, as well it’s cost the city a small fortune in “law

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Dude Looks Like a ………… Dude?

I made a resolution at the beginning of 2016. I decided to make an effort, a real effort, to just ignore the insanity around me. After all, what can I do? What can one person do when the masses have collectively gone insane? What can you do when tens of thousands of people around you start saying provably irrational things? Things like “gender is 100% determined by society, and has no basis whatsoever in biology”?

“What about chromosomes?”, you wonder, “I thought chromosomes determined ones gender? I thought XX equaled female and XY equaled male? How does society determine

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Biting the Hand

I’m going to let you all in on a little something: People cannot change their gender. No, it’s true, they can’t. At least not without killing themselves.

I know, I know, this news will really piss some of you off, but don’t shoot the messenger for I didn’t make it so.

See, gender is determined by chromosomes. If you have Y chromosomes, you’re a male, otherwise, you’re a female. You can pump yourself full of hormones, change the tone of your voice, grow your hair long, get the best fake knockers that money can buy, and chop off your wang

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Camper and Cracker at The Crocodile Cafe

Johnny Hickman's Vaporization. May he Rest in Peace.

The Crocodile Cafe’s, uh, excuse me, The Crocodile’s (because “cafe” is passe’) lighting technician claimed another victim on Friday night.

Cracker had just taken the stage after opening act Camper Van Beethoven’s set, when without warning, the tech aimed not one, but two high-powered spotlights at the guitarist, instantly vaporizing him.

As the panic-stricken crowd raced for the door, front man David Lowery, summoning nearly 30 years of audience-savvy, declared “damn the set list, we must play a hit to regain control of the crowd!”, at which point, he launched into the opening bars of 1993’s “Low”.

It was

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