Love. Want. Any idea whose these are?
(Source: kitschyqueen, via ladyfashionsoul)
I just got an email that the Thompson Hotel in Toronto has a pet package. We’re going to plan a summer family sleepover with Monsieur Louis Catorze. He loves adventures.
Most ridiculous thing ever.
Gawker is crowdsourcing TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS to pay off the drug dealers who have a video that allegedly shows the mayor of my city smoking crack.
And I think everyone in this city should ask - How DARE you?
Let me talk to you a second about drugs, criminality, poverty, gangs and guns. I was a reporter for years - and they’re all related. One big criminal family. The gangs, the guns - it all comes from drugs.
Gawker wants to write these criminals a cheque for more money than most of us can imagine having access to in our lifetime. And not a cheque of their money - of *yours*.
All you who bitch about taxes, who need public health care, who are on a waitlist to see a doctor, who work day in and day out, who work hard in crap jobs that don’t pay well - you, joe citizen, who have never broken a law in your life - they’re asking YOU to give this huge amount of money to a group of people who are a violent plague on my city, who risk the lives of both addicts and innocent bystanders on a regular basis.
Who do you think is shooting up our famous shopping mecca, The Eaton’s Centre? Or around it?
I’d like to know how Gawker would explain handing over this enormous sum of money to the parents, family and loved ones of Jane Creba, the teen gunned down on Boxing Day. Or Connor Stevenson, the kid who took a bullet to the head when there was a gangstyle shootemup in the foodcourt. The kid who is alive, miraculously, and walking around with shrapnel in his head.
My tax dollars go to putting these fuckers, these drug dealers, these gangbangers, in prison. My tax dollars go to keeping kids who are raised in poverty out of their hands. My tax dollars go to rescuing the teenage prostitute from the streets.
I work in public policy. We currently have less than what we need to currently maintain public services in my province. For the last year I’ve spent most of my working hours shutting things down to save money.
Cutting the extras… trying to save things like cancer care and community psychiatric services and assistance to people with disabilities. There is no public money anywhere right now.
Do you - gawker editors, managers, owners - have ANY IDEA what I could do with $200K? Do you know what kind of lifesaving research that could pay for? Do you know how much fresh fruit that could put in elementary schools in our impoverished neighborhoods?
Rob Ford may or may not have smoked crack. There is a video in the hands of the people who are involved in ripping my city apart. And instead of turning it over, like good law abiding citizens, they want TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS.
And Gawker thinks you should give it to them - and so far, a bunch of you have donated.
This rampant stupidity has only managed to elicit one base emotion in me that I can only express by saying - to Gawker and to each one of you who has donated -
Fuck you all. And go to hell.
New York City Ballet.
Ballet for lazy girls like me.
look at this precious thing
fucking look at it
and then you look to the apparent dead body in the back
When good bunnies go bad.
THAT ONE IS EATING HIM
GET THE HOLY HAND GRENADE
oh my god
IT’S THE KILLER RABBIT OF CAERBANNOG!!!! THE MOST MEAN AND FEROCIOUS BUNNY YE EVER SAW!!!!
(Source: lovelylops, via sandarthemighty)
It’s like I woke up to the media apocalypse. I’m recovering from a thing I had done for my Exotic Sounding Genetic Disorder, so it was a mild jostling of my bed from an earthquake that roused me today. Thumpity thump. So, I rolled over and turned on the news.
Holy batshit pancakes, kids. Have you lost your minds? It’s like I’m in a parallel universe.
I’m not a Rob Ford fan. I think he and his brother are cringe-inducing bullies of the worst sort, and that their antics have gotten in the way of city business.
I’m also not a fan of The Toronto Star. There is something about spinning that you’ve got the journalistic leftwing gravitas of The Guardian while acting more like the Daily Mail that has never sat right with me. (An affliction that seems to be getting worse, with the recent nasty smear job on a Liberal MP on sick leave. http://www.poynter.org/latest-news/mediawire/212533/toronto-star-will-hold-training-sessions-for-reporters-following-front-page-apology/
I have a list of journalistic credentials that don’t need repeating here. I was a good, solid news type for about ten years before taking leave to try out the political side. Then I was a “bingo caller” for a while. I also left the industry – for good this time – ages ago.
What I was taught to do in Journalism 101 was question the shit out of everything. Especially sources and their motivation.
Three reporters. Two very senior journalists from the Star, and one from Gawker. Gawker, let me remind you, is a blog that became popular for stalking celebrities. Gawker sent a reporter here to meet with – and I cannot emphasize this enough – DRUG DEALERS – who gave him the run around before some dude showed him a video on a tiny iphone screen of someone smoking crack and trash talking – someone bearing a startling resemblance to the city’s mayor.
These upstanding citizens, these pillars of our Toronto community, want six figures for the video.
Gawker publishes. Then – whammo – the Star goes full ballistic front page that they had two reporters see this video with its shady characters as well. And they too were offered the video – coincidentally just after the Star posted allegations with no substantial sources that the Mayor is an alcoholic.
A couple of things:
1) There is a scam going out there that police know all about, where grainy, crappy video of someone famous doing something illegal is developed. There is digital video software out there that could put Ford in a tutu and have him dance the lead in Swan Lake. And it’s software that isn’t particularly difficult to use. It may have looked and sounded like him to the reporters – but tiny screen, no analysis – who knows if it’s real. Maybe ask the LAPD about this as I’m sure they’ve seen an awful lot of it.
2) That video is often used to blackmail the target. Usually the target either pays up or goes to the police.
3) Failing any action of one or two, the people then go and try to sell it to a tabloid.
4) I know he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but really? Rob Ford, the most famous face in town, is gonna go smoke crack in front of a bunch of strangers? He can’t take a sweaty photo with a woman at an event without it turning into a shitshow. He has Star reporters crawling around his fences.
That there is not more suspicion over the credibility of the source –again, let me emphasize – CRIMINALS —who are trying to sell this tape – is just stunning.
Further – and maybe call up an addict to verify – drug users with any sort of public profile are pretty good at getting their high on in secret. Especially in politics.
In fact, the first thing you learn in politics camp is if you do not know who is within fifty feet of you, then you shut the fuck up. I’ve had more dinners with friends that focused on the weather and my footwear than I can count. Because you don’t know who is behind you, who is serving you, who is in the washroom.
I’m just glad I’m not working in a newsroom today, because I’d probably get fired for disobeying a direct order to go galloping after this piece of total shit.
HE TRIED TO ESCAPE
FUCK THE OCEAN
I’M A BIRD MOTHAFUCK- OH SHIT
SEA PANCAKE OUT
Sea Pancake gets the prize for Best Attempt At Anything Ever.
Cat audition for Sabrina the Teenage Witch for the role of Salem
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