A stupid saying that's overused. People 90 per cent are dumb teenagers, 10 per cent are little ass kids trying to be cool use it for EVERYTHING and also as their facebook name thinking that shit's cute: 'I just opened a cabinet, SWAG.' 'I just fell down, lol, SWAG.' 'SWAGNIFICENT' '(your name) idontgiveafuq gotsswagg' 'lives in swagtown' 'works at swagville' 'That show was so SWAG.' 'I just finished brushing my teeth, SWAG.' 'Hey guys, just woke up, SWAG.' 'Lol, I got kicked out of class, SWAG.' 'I cursed the teacher out, SWAG.' 'Tumbling on tumblr in class, SWAG.' '(your name) the swag god' 'texting in class, SWAG' ... 'SWAG.' You don't have no motherfucking swag.

You: 'I got swag.'
Me: 'That's because you're a fucking retard trying to be like the rest of the try hards thinking their dumb ass have swag.'

Unlike the Republican nominee for President, author J.K. Rowling is a millionaire who doesn't spend all her time and energy trying to avoid paying taxes. When asked why she continues to live in Great Britain when she could move to a country with a lower tax rate, the author of the Harry Potter series responded that she was "indebted" to the British welfare state because when her life "hit rock bottom...that safety net was there to break the fall." She also claims it would have been "contemptible to scarper for the West Indies at the first sign of a seven-figure royalty cheque." She went on to say, "This, if you like, is my notion of patriotism."

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/09/29/1123687/-Elections-in-the-Basque-Country

should be on ET! ;)

It's a fine line between homage, parody, and consumer opportunism. Jess Walter

We live in a society that is not terribly good at protecting young women. The same tabloid newspapers that spent this week making a show of searching the Continent for Megan Stammers routinely drool over the bodies of actors and singers barely out of training bras or send paparazzi to hound young women like Charlotte Church until they are forced to seek legal help. Magazines and billboards are plastered with nubile prepubescent-looking models while real prepubescents are turned away at police stations for reporting rape. There's only one consistent message: young girls are not deemed to have any agency over their own bodies, or their own lives.
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The public was first made aware of child sex trafficking in Rochdale under headlines that screeched about "Asian sex gangs" and Islamic pederasty, but the stand-out fact here is that the authorities knew about these girls' plight and did nothing. Systematic rape of children was ignored, not "in the interests of racial harmony", as outlets like The Daily Telegraph continue to claim, but because the police and social services didn't think the girls in question were worth protecting. Police were ignoring this abuse because the victims were poor, because some of them were care-leavers, because they were assumed to be "wild" and out of control. Because they were not the sort of girls that the authorities usually care about, unless they're out causing trouble. The axis of prejudice here is not race, but class.
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So we see young Megan from Eastbourne, naively making off with her schoolteacher, and "Suzie" from Rochdale, raped repeatedly for months by a brutal procession of strangers, as somehow equivalent - one is worth bothering about, and one was not.

What is Labour for? If you could pay a visit back to 1899, a railway signalman from Doncaster called Thomas R Steels would certainly have been able to answer. Exasperated at the lack of a political voice for working people while the wealthy had the Tories and Liberals to stand their corner, he drafted a resolution for his local union branch. It called on the Trade Union Congress to assemble a conference with the support "of all the cooperative, socialistic, trade union and other working-class organisations" to look at how it could win "a better representation of the interests of labour in the House of Commons".

 It was a controversial idea. The first socialist MP, Keir Hardie, had only been elected a few years ago; as he entered Parliament for the first time, a policeman eyed his working-class clothes and asked him if he was working on the roof. "No, on the floor," he answered. Many on the left felt the best bet for working-class people was to piggyback on the Liberals, forcing them to introduce social reforms. But the TUC approved Steels' motion - and a few years later, the Labour Party was born.

As Labour delegates gather in Manchester, they might struggle to see the relevance of Steels. Britain has changed beyond recognition: peering out of their hotel windows, they can see that many of the industrial warehouses of Steels' time are now luxury penthouses. But while the people Labour exists to represent today work in shops, call centres and offices rather than factories, mines and docks, they still need a voice. By the end of this government - the most naked government of the rich, by the rich, for the rich since Steels was alive - they are projected to be poorer than at the turn of the 21st-century. If Labour cannot champion their interests now, of all times, it may as well sing " The Red Flag" for the last time, and go home.

Thankful my geezer body is decently trained, i don't know how i survive this otherwise.

Ibuprofen und La Chaigne cognac, that's the way. Me not dancing too well tonight.

Worse moment: me sprawled on the cobblestones and the only car passes. What was he thinking? I didn't look alive. Second worst moment: Watching the cobblestones arrive.

Hurts a lot tonight. But me truly thankful nothing's broken, can't say the stones were soft. Hurt more to pick the stones out.

Shit, it was such a good long industrial ride, but right at the U-boat bunker...

I love it when all the Bremers go to nature on Sundays, so i go to the industrial harbors to ride alone. the solo driver should have stopped to see if i was still alive, after all, i wasn't moving.

But i did have the just past full moon shining in my eyes as i watched Terrence Malick's Tree of Life.

ouch. (still, me a thankful boy.)

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin