Tuesday, May 31, 2011

In case you were wondering what the definition of "Fucking Awesome" is...

Back in January, Newsweek declared Grand Rapids, Michigan a "dying city." So, Some 5,000 residents got together and created this response.



We got marching bands, gymnasts, kayakers, footballers, a wedding party, pickup trucks, explosions, and a whole lot of amazing in this video which Roger Ebert called "The greatest music video ever made." And, I gotta agree with him. It was all done in one long shot. Imagine the stage management involved.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Defending SlutWalk

A quick note before starting: Whenever I use the word 'slut' in this post (or any other), I use it in a sex-positive sense only. If you are the type of bigoted jackass who uses 'slut' as a negative, this post is for you. Read on.

Last Saturday, I was at the end of my shift with my 'Off Duty' light on and doors locked, when there was a banging at my window. A lady, dressed like a club girl with a low cut, short, tight dress and a look of desperation. I rolled down my window, and before I could tell her I was off duty, she pleaded, "Please, can you take us to South Ferry?" She seemed close to tears, so I said, "Sure."

Three girls climbed into the back. All were wearing typical club gear, short tight dresses with stilettos. From their drunken and upset conversation, I was able to piece together what happened. They went clubbing and met up with some guy friends. They all went to one of the guy's apartment to continue the party. Girls #1 (the one banging on my window) was sitting on a bed with a couple of guys sharing a joint, when one guy held her down and the other started to fondle her breasts. She struggled and screamed, and they let her go. Meanwhile Girl #2 was sitting on the bathroom floor, having rid herself of excess alcohol, when another guy sat down next to her. He gave her a bottle of water and asked if she was feeling OK. She said she was doing better, and he went ahead and stuck his hand up her skirt.

So, the two girls grabbed their other friend and headed for the door. On they way out, one of the guys said something to the effect of,  "If you're going to dress like sluts, you shouldn't be surprised if someone hits on you."

Two thoughts immediately come to mind:
  1. Groping a woman against her will isn't "hitting on." It's assault, plain and simple. And, assault is a crime.
  2. Even if a woman is dressed like a slut, it doesn't mean she is. And, even if she is one, it doesn't mean she wants to fuck you.
This incident has been floating around in my mind, and I've been considering writing a post, when I came across this bit of ignorant humor. (undermyfitted) is a blog I read often. AJ, the author, has a way with words, and an interesting outlook. Sometimes I agree with him, sometimes I don't. But, this time he pissed me off. He wrote a piece belittling SlutWalk and the meaning behind it. I left him an irate comment and asked if I could repost his drivel so I could rip it apart sentence by sentence. He was game enough to give permission. His post follows. My comments are bracketed and in bold, and I address AJ directly.
Some things are just so ripe for parody [SlutWalk isn't a joke.] they barely require jokes [Yes, jokes are unnecessary, but that isn't going to stop you.], which is why this post lacks even a clever title. (I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to top that phrase for eye-catchability?) Nope, the title of this post refers not to a promisucous method of locomotion nor some website where one can Google the fastest and least conspicuous walk-of-shame [Why does it have to be a walk-of-shame? Are you ashamed going home after a sleep-over? Why should she?] route home, (hmm, slutwalk.com ...I could totally see that...options for routes that take you past places you can get breakfast, streets where one can hail cabs or clothing stores to buy an outer layer of clothing so everyone doesn't know you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday...is that taken yet? If not, it's mine, bitch!) but an international event, coming soon to a city near you!

Where in the hell could one possibly get an idea like this and for what purpose? Well, for starters, we actually can blame Canada. This thing got and spread its legs in Toronto a few weeks ago when a police officer told a personal security class that they could "avoid being victimized by not dressing like a slut". Make of that sentence what you will [I make that sentence to be an ignorant cop victim-blaming rape victims.], but what a group of women in Toronto made of it was a 1,000 woman march of scantily clad women defending and demanding their right to...um...dress like sluts [No, it was a group of women demanding that police take sexual assault seriously and not dismiss women as 'sluts who had it coming.']. They were outraged at the suggestion that being dressed like something out of the back of an independent newspaper would garner negative attention [Correct, they were outraged. Are you implying that they deserved negative attention?]. Of course, a thousand women deep, no one was victimized, the march passed without incident, a tour of North America was planned, and the entire incident was cheered as a victory for women's rights...or...something. Of course, the question here is...what the fuck? [No, the question is...what the fuck don't you understand?]

Since when did sluttiness become a positive attribute? [Are you saying women should remain virginal? Are you a virgin? Waiting until marriage? Or do you have sex? Ever do anything slutty yourself? Ever fuck a slut? A double standard exists in which men get to sleep around as much as they want, but any sexually liberated woman is dismissed as a slut. The idea of a woman saving it until marriage dates back to the time when women were considered PROPERTY. Women were the property of their fathers until they were given to another man in marriage. We live in a time when most people realize that no one owns a woman except herself. And, she has the right to do as she please with herself and her sexuality. If you have a problem with that, it is your problem.] Why are women out there marching for their right to resemble dickholsters? [Is that how you view some women? As a place to park your dick? Just a come receptacle?] With all the problems out there facing women today...domestic violence, breast cancer, workplace discrimination, no more Oprah episode...you pick THIS cause to get riled up for? [Judging by your ignorant ass post, you need some educating. As do millions of other men and women. That's worth getting riled up for.] Really? [Yeah, really.] A slut walk? It's not even like it's a word with colloquial connotations that can be reclaimed. [They will reclaim it, despite you.] It's just a foul-ass word. [No where near as foul-assed as 'dickholster.']I mean, I can get away with calling bitches bitches, [That's pretty fucked up, too.] the bitches call other bitches that all the time and don't seem to particularly mind me doing so, as long as it's in the correct context...but let me call a bitch a slut without wearing an athletic cup and the only person who will regret it more than me are my kids who will never be born. Why would anybody want to be labeled a slut? [There are plenty of sexually proud women who want to be positively labeled a slut, and they expect you to respect that.] Susan B. Anthony risked being tarred and feathered so women could vote, in twentyleven we're struggling over the right to wear a bra as clothing or a negligee to the supermarket. [No, they are fighting for the right to be safe and respected.] Where the fuck are we at as a society? [Apparently, we still have a ways to progress.]

(I need you to read this next paragraph v e r y carefully [OK, read it a few times. Every time I got angrier.] ...don't comment with no bullshit, please. [I'll do my best, though the paragraph is pure bullshit.])

Not only that, but...it's not like Officer Maple Leaf [I like the nickname. Only thing you got right so far.] didn't have a point. I don't have any statistics to back me up, [It's called Google.] so honestly I'm quite fucked if you call me on that...but it would certainly stand to reason that people who lock their doors are less likely to be a target for home invasion. [In this case, no cop, or anybody else, would question whether a crime was committed. It would be reported and investigated as a home invasion. But, if a woman dressed as a slut gets raped, people, would question whether it was a rape. She would be put on trial herself. People would say that she had it coming. People would say that if she wasn't a slut, it wouldn't have happened. And, that's the point of SlutWalk. Women have the right to dress like and be sluts and have their safety taken seriously by police and society.]  It would also make sense that a locked car is less likely to be stolen, [Don't equate a woman's safety with a fucking car. Just don't] that carefully watched children are less likely to get snatched, [Child snatching, while tragic, is relatively rare. There were 248,300 sexual assaults in 2007. That comes to about one assault every two minutes.]  that money kept hidden from others is less likely to be hidden from you later, or that your girlfriend is far less likely to find all those nekkid pics in your phone [Who sent you those naked pictures behind you girlfriend's back? Was it a slut? I hope you treated her with the respect she deserved.] if you keep that secure too. See where I'm going with this? I'm not, repeat, not, one mo'ginn, NOT saying that women who choose to look like they cost $50 [Slut does not equal whore. Learn that. And a whore who charges only $50 is either engaged in survival prostitution or she's a slave.] deserve to be attacked [I'm glad you realize they don't deserve to be assaulted. I just hope you realize that with your attitude (like calling a slut a 'dickholster') is contributing to the problem. It is your duty to respect ALL women, and preach it to your friends, family and neighbors to RESPECT WOMEN.] ...just saying there are certain steps one can take to decrease the likelihood of being targeted, [Read on to the end; I'll give you a whole list of steps to keep a woman from being targeted.] and keeping one's nipples on the inside when you're on the outside is one of those steps. [And, another step is re-educating guys like you.]

Of course, who gives a damn what I think [Perhaps the 1 in 6 women who are victims of sexual assault give a damn.]...the Slut Walk will be in Philadelphia on June 17, and I'm sure there will be a very heavy turnout (if only to self-identify). People will wear whatever they want, and that's cool with me...hell, I'm definitely not gonna sit here and say women should wear those black ghost costumes some Muslim women wear [Seriously dude, how can you write that and not see the irony? Muslim women are often forced to wear those 'black ghost costumes' because Muslim men are not held responsible for their actions. The belief is that men can be driven crazy by the sexuality of women, and that if a woman shows the slightest bit of skin, it is her fault if she gets raped. Many Muslim countries blame, imprison, or stone a woman if she is raped. The man walks free. That is victim-blaming taken to the extreme. Even though you say that women should not have to wear 'black ghost costumes,' you are saying that a woman shouldn't dress immodestly. You are still implying that women are partially responsible if they are attacked. That is victim-blaming. It is wrong.] or anything, but realize there are certain inherent risks to wearing any controversial clothing. An "I (heart) the KKK" t-shirt, while perfectly legal to wear, might get your face stomped down your throat if worn in the wrong area. [Since you bring up the KKK, let me say that your grandparents could have gotten their asses stomped just for them being in  the wrong neighborhood. I hope you wouldn't say that they shouldn't have been there. Fifty years ago, black men and women fought and died for the right for you to live in a desegregated country. This country has made great gains for equality since then. But only for the MEN. Women have been left behind. Black women carry the stereotype of being easy, sluts, or whores. With your attitudes towards women, you are helping to perpetuate those stereotypes.]  A Speedo worn to Wal-Mart technically falls within the limits of the law, but will get you put on somebody's Facebook wall as a funny picture [Don't equate being mocked on Facebook with being raped.] (I know that because I would be the guy to do it).

Hell...a red shirt could get you shot in the wrong hood [There's a big difference with being sexually liberated and being a gangbanger.] ...so why are we surprised that people who dress like hoes are often mistaken for them? [It's all about attitude and perception. Change yours, and you might be able to notice the difference.] Who knows...all I know is I'm strongly debating renting an electric blue leisure suit, feathered hat and a bejeweled cane and standing near the Slut Walk when it comes handing out fake job applications just for fun. [Please don't] Hey...that's what sluts are good for, right? [Fuck you.] Now get out there and get me my mon-aaaaay [Seriously, fuck you.]....lol...
 Now, let me quote sjfbarnett, one of the founders of SlutWalk,
I would label myself a ‘slut’ before a ‘feminist’ {funny, since I avoided the latter due to what I considered the bad reputation it had}. I’ve always enjoyed sex, hot sex, consensual sex. Starting to discover this in high school, I got the reputation of ‘slut’, and was pretty pissed that I got stuck with that label, when the guys I slept with got high fives. But despite the shame of such a label, it didn’t stop me from enjoying a good fuck. 
I always told myself that should a high school reunion come ’round, I’d never go. I didn’t want to walk in and have people think or say “oh yeah; you were such a a slut” {although, now that I think of it, sleeping with a handful of guys over my entire high school career doesn’t seem like much}. But in the last few years, I’ve come to embrace my sluthood, especially after honing a certain code. Sex should always be between consenting adults, and all parties involved {because sometimes there are more than two} need to know and be fine with such an intimate exchange. To be honest, I can’t respect someone who doesn’t live by a similar code. Anything involving lies and deception is something I don’t want to be near. To me, it’s a judgement of character. Excusable in high school students, not so much in adulthood. 
So when The Ethical Slut finally landed on my bookshelf, I felt vindicated. I could finally dump the learned shame of enjoying sex. I’ve seen people do way worse to others and never get labeled with such a harsh word originally meant to inflict a serious sting. So to hell with those who thought I was a bad person for enjoying sex, who thought I was less deserving of respect.
Having been a confident slut for sometime, this January the word was slung out again as an epithet, but this time it wasn’t by a high school kid. It was by someone who demands respect by way of authority. Someone who’s charged with a person’s safety. Someone who should know better. So when I read the quote in the Excal, “don’t dress like a slut…”, I could almost hear the blame dripping from the word.
And, as promised, guidelines for preventing rape:
  • If a woman is drunk, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is walking alone at night, don’t rape her.
  • If a women is drugged and unconscious, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is wearing a short skirt, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is jogging in a park at 5 am, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman looks like your ex-girlfriend you’re still hung up on, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is asleep in her bed, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is asleep in your bed, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is doing her laundry, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is in a coma, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman changes her mind in the middle of or about a particular activity, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman has repeatedly refused a certain activity, don’t rape her.
  • If a woman is not yet a woman, but a child, don’t rape her.
  • If your girlfriend or wife is not in the mood, don’t rape her.
  • If your step-daughter is watching TV, don’t rape her.
  • If you break into a house and find a woman there, don’t rape her.
  • If your friend thinks it’s okay to rape someone, tell him it’s not, and that he’s not your friend.
  • If your “friend” tells you he raped someone, report him to the police.
  • If your frat-brother or another guy at the party tells you there’s an unconscious woman upstairs and it’s your turn, don’t rape her, call the police and tell the guy he’s a rapist.
  • Tell your sons, god-sons, nephews, grandsons, sons of friends it’s not okay to rape someone.
  • Don’t tell your women friends how to be safe and avoid rape.
  • Don’t imply that she could have avoided it if she’d only done/not done x.
  • Don’t imply that it’s in any way her fault.
  • Don’t let silence imply agreement when someone tells you he “got some” with the drunk girl.
Stats on sexual assault in the US I got from RAINN. The rape prevention guidelines have been floating around the internet for years in one form or another. I got this copy from san fransisco love story. Special thanks to Yandie for debunking some rape tropes. I suggest you also read her post on Schrodinger's Rapist. If you are really up to doing your homework, I suggest Feminism 101 at Shakesville.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I gotta take a piss

It's true; I do.

I drive twelve hours a day on the streets, and it's not always easy finding a place to take a pee break. New York doesn't have much in the line of public restrooms. Something the city has tried to fix. They recently opened a pay toilet in Madison Square park, but it closes at midnight. To prevent people from fucking in there, I guess. As if people can't fuck before midnight. Other than that, I know of no other public toilets. There are a few here and there in parks, such as Bryant Park, but there's a catch.

There has to be legal parking nearby.

A parking place and a reasonably clean toilet are not always easy to find nearby each other. But, over the years I've found a few places. There is a deli on Lex between 71st and 70th. They cater to cabbies. They have a clean toilet and a decent salad bar. And, get this, the salad bar is all you can fit into a container for only four bucks. The cabbie special. I eat there often. At Lex and 41st is another deli that has a cabbie special. The salad bar is half off, but they are so damned overpriced, it's still a tad expensive. If I've already eaten, I'll stop at one of these places and just grab a candy bar or something. Usually peanut M&M's. Diet, what diet?

Gas stations are also good. Some are hostile, and don't like cabbies using the restroom, some are OK with it, some expect us to purchase something, some (most) don't clean often enough. I've stopped in at hospitals before. I just tell them that it's an emergency. A few times I've used the restroom in a police precinct. Only in a dire emergency, though. That's enemy territory.

A number of times, I've gone into a bar and asked nicely if I could use their restroom. Only once have I been given grief. On East Broadway at the 169 Bar. The bartender told me quite emphatically that if I wasn't buying then I wasn't peeing. I pleaded that I was a cabbie and desperate. She said OK, but to never return. Now, if a passenger ever asks me to take them to 169 Bar, I tell them that it's a total fucking dive and that they should go somewhere else. Don't piss off the cabbies.

If a fare takes me out to Park Slope, I just stop by the taxi garage. On the rare occassions that I take someone to Bay Ridge, I just go home. I've called my girlfriend past midnight before when I was in Sunset Park. I've called friends and borrowed their bathrooms a number of times.

Once, I used a coffee cup. It was more difficult than I thought, so I haven't tried it again. Some drivers use bottles, but the coffee cup was difficult enough for me. There is a story floating around my garage of an old-time cabbie we call Superhack. Allegedly, he used a bottle while still driving, and while glancing down to check his progress, rearended the car in front of him. How he did not get fired is beyond me.

And, a few times, shamefully, I used the gutter. I'm not proud of it, but I would have been less proud of pissing my pants. Only once was I caught. A lady told me that I was disgusting. I told her that she was correct, I am.

More than once, I needed to go pee, but had no place nearby where I could stop. So, I picked up a fare, thinking I'd go afterwards, just to have them take me way the hell out to the Bronx or East New York. Half way there I'd be squeezing my knees together, wondering if it would be bad form to make them wait while I took a pit stop. My buddy Big D actually has done that once. He just pulled into a gas station and told his passenger that he was desperate. The lady told him, "If you gotta go, you gotta go." What a sweetheart.

I've had the occasional urinary tract infection since I've been a cabbie, and now I have kidney stones. Go figure.

At least I drive the night shift. The day guys have it even harder.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Sometimes You See Some Strange Shit in New York, II

Awhile back, I posted some photos of a car encased in a crochet car cover. I thought it interesting art, but then forgot about it. But, tonight I spotted a little tricycle completely encased in its own crochet covering. Judging by the yarn, style, and plain wackiness, I presume it is by the same artist.




Now, a long while ago, before I began this blogging experiment, I came across a man standing in Union Square Park wearing a full head-to-toe crocheted bodysuit of the same basic style and color. He was holding a  Priority Seating sign from the Tokyo Subway.


I wonder if he was the artist, or a model. I also wonder what the next project will be.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Who gets credit for killing Osama?


The Republicans are in full damage control mode. They must create the meme that credit goes to Bush, and they will keep all the talking heads on the TV until the teabaggers and sheeple believe it unconditionally. Obama's team meanwhile will continue trying to remain above it all and act dignified.

That doesn't work. Calm and reasonable doesn't work on sheeple. They need simple talking points repeated over and over again. The Democrats have this silly idea that they are nice, honest, and fair, and that's how they fight. As far as I am concerned, they should remain honest and fair. But, they should stop being so goddamned nice. It's time to get mean and nasty. They can do so and still remain honest and fair. Start fighting, kids.

John McKay at archy has written a detailed post regarding all the spin the Republicans are doing now. He brings up the relief many claimed to have that Gore wasn't president on 9/11, and how he would not have acted as Bush had. He answers wonderfully,
That's complete and utter crap. Al Gore would have done exactly what Bush did. Or McCain would have done. Or Bradley. Or Hillary. Or you or I or any president in the history of the republic or anyone who isn't brain damaged. He would have gone on every news channel and made a speech saying the American people will rise above this, we will track the people responsible to the ends of the earth, heads would have rolled at the CIA, and we would have invaded Afghanistan to get at bin Laden and punish those who protected him.

Here are some things that might not have happened. Gore probably would not have sat frozen, reading "My Pet Goat" for eight minutes after hearing about the planes hitting the World Trade Center. He probably would have issued his first statement from Air Force One rather than leaving the American people without reassurance while he flew around for nine hours and spent another ninety minutes at the White House. He certainly would not have called off the search at Tora Bora. He would not have spent hundreds of billions of dollars and thousands of lives waging a war in a country that had nothing to do with 9/11.

He probably would not have tolerated wholesale violations of international and domestic laws such as creating a bogus category of "enemy combatants" to avoid the Geneva Conventions, using torture, or gutting habeus corpus. I know he wouldn't have completely respected all of our rights the way I would have liked. There still would have been a slide toward a surveillance state with wire tapping and eavesdropping. The same conservatives, who spent the Bush years justifying the erosion of rights would have cried "tyranny" and raised holy hell.

Actually, those last few points would have been moot, because I know for a fact that the Republicans would have tried to impeach Gore for allowing 9/11 to happen. There would have been none of the coming together in good faith that the Democrats offered throughout 2002. But this brings us to a final point, under Gore, there might not have been a 9/11 because he might have actually have read the August 8 security briefing. Remember, he was VP when Clinton tried to get bin Laden in 1998. Terrorism was a front-burner issue for him, whereas Bush only cared about tax cuts for the rich before 9/11.

That last bit is important. If Bush was unsuccessful in his bid to steal the presidency, Gore might have prevented 9/11. We'll never know, but it is probable. Consider it.

Friday, May 6, 2011

FCKH8 takes on that stupid fucking Tennessee "Can't Say Gay" law

Those Neanderthals in Tennessee have proposed a bill that would make it illegal for teachers to discuss homosexuality in the classroom. Seems like they don't want the little kiddies to know that such a thing as gays exist. Fuck 'em. And, FCKH8.

If you've never read "I Like Cheese" then you probably have absolutely no idea what this post is about.

Doug "Sissy Boy" Stevens, of I Like Cheese fame, has issued a challenge to his readers. He wants us to finish a comic that he started, post it on our blogs, and in the process, send some readers his way.

OK, I'm up to a challenge.


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

For all those people who landed on this blog by Googling "Two women encounter cabbie's terrifying fare refusal"

I have no idea why Google has sent you to me. I haven't written about this silly little drama. But seeing that a dozen people have stopped by today from this particular search phrase, I guess I ought to write something. Customer service and all.

I think this is the video you're looking for:



And, the story is here.

Since I'm running late for my own shift, I'll quickly give my two cents.

The law is clear. Drivers are required to take passengers to Brooklyn if they request it. If the driver refuses, the passenger can call the city and file a complaint. The city will follow up, hold a hearing, and fine/suspend the driver. Easy.

But,

This isn't some scary attack. Those women aren't frightened. They are pissed off because some cab driver won't go to Brooklyn. So they sit in his cab and refuse to move. And, they stay there until the cabbie flips out. Listen to the nasty, privileged, demanding little shits. If they were in my cab, I'd probably flip out too.  New Yorkers think that they own any fucking cab that they see. They don't. It is the driver's cab, and the riding public needs to learn that the driver isn't their personal servant, there to perform their every bidding.

So ladies,

Get the fuck out of the cab. Seriously, the driver may be legally required to take you to Brooklyn, but that doesn't give you the right to trespass. It isn't your cab, and the driver isn't your fucking slave. If the man tells you to get out of his cab, then get out. Take that fucking chip off your shoulder and get out. Sitting in the back of the man's cab and throwing a little hissy fit cause you want to go to Brooklyn isn't going to help. You are creating the problem here, not the driver. And, now, because of your obstinate refusal to remember that it's not your fucking cab, this man is going to lose his job. Fuck you, you smug little jackasses. I hope you get runned over by a cab. That would be karma.

Google makes a kick ass "It Gets Better" commercial

And they ran it during yesterday's episode of Glee. The cynical side of me sees it as really damn good marketing, but still, it's a great commercial.




via Joe.My.God.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

City chooses Nissan for Taxi of Tomorrow

Well, they didn't choose the ugliest design, instead going for the most boring.



This biggest problem I have with this design is the lack of handicap accessibility. In this day, choosing a design that doesn't give one in a wheelchair a chance to hail a cab like anyone else is inexcusable. If the city didn't like Karsan, the only design that was accessible, they should have rejected all entries and reopened the design. Karsan wasn't chosen because the powers that be feared that the Turkish upstart didn't have enough experience building cars. Considering the experience Ford and Nissan have, one might think they should have been able to come up with better designs.

Sorry Karsan, better luck next time. Or, perhaps offer a bigger bribe.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

It's really a shame that the parents of these "We Are the Youth" kids didn't have access to Planned Parenthood.

LiveAction is a group of ignorant, lying fucktards who describe themselves as "a non-religious, non-partisan, non-profit organization" that "creates new media pieces to educate the public and raise awareness about human rights issues." A quick glance at their website (Google it yourself. I'm not giving the jackasses a link.) shows that the only "human rights issue" they care about is the destruction of Planned Parenthood.

Their most recent video is full of lies, half truths, distortions, and really bad editing. Be forewarned, it is enraging. You may want to slide your chair back, so if the urge to punch one of these kids proves irresistible, you are not within striking distance of your screen.



The video is mostly a bunch of uncited stats, annoying repetition, and a great deal of emotional appeal. They make no attempt to try for a rational, honest argument. Perhaps they have none. Never mind, ZOMGitsCriss, one of my favorite YouTubers, has made a rational, humorous, and insightful response. She even cites her sources in the info pane, something LiveAction couldn't figure out how to do.