Hey people. I made a Fantasy Congress league. You all should join it so then we can be discussing which senator’s have the best stats. (Hillary Clinton 34-26-36 (Only if she’s 5′3))

http://www.fantasycongress.org/fc/members/league_info?leagueID=8907

Anyways, join it now:

http://www.fantasycongress.org/fc/members/league_info?leagueID=8907

LIGHTNING BOLT!!!

In the Atlanta Journal Constitution:

Former President Jimmy Carter’s new book, “Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid,” is igniting controversy for its allegation that Israel practices a form of apartheid.

As a South African and former anti-apartheid advocate who visits the Palestinian territories regularly to assess the human rights situation for the U.N. Human Rights Council, the comparison to South African apartheid is of special interest to me.

On the face of it, the two regimes are very different. Apartheid was a system of institutionalized racial discrimination that the white minority in South Africa employed to maintain power over the black majority. It was characterized by the denial of political rights to blacks, the fragmentation of the country into white areas and black areas (called Bantustans) and by the imposition on blacks of restrictive measures designed to achieve white superiority, racial separation and white security.

My husband wants to take nude photos of his mom:

My husband has his own photography business. He does a lot of weddings, and the package sometimes includes some risqué or even nude photos of the bride that are intended for the groom eyes only (as far as we know). This hasn’t bothered me in the past. My husband says it is all in a day’s work, and I believe him.

A new development has thrown me for a loop. My mother-in-law is getting remarried, and she told us she wants my husband to take the full array of pictures as a wedding gift, including the “naughty” ones, as she puts it. Before I could object, my husband agreed to do it.

What´s more is not only am I still alive, but you can call me because I have a…

 Cell phone!!!  The most ridiculous annoyance of American Culture now lives in my right front pants pocket.  But it´s simple and functional and its prepaid so when you call me its frizzzzllleee.  Here´s the trick, if you want the number you must call my mother and ask for it…  I am not about to put it online for Jesus knows who to see. 

This guy got me pregnant, no joke: