Let Me Introduce you to Sasha...
The whore.
Oh, she would have you believe she's not. She's just being coerced (back) into sex-for-hire. By the government. The man. Insert your own responsibility-evading abstraction.
Her own words:
"The reason I’m blogging today is that I’m being forced into prostitution. And I want to make it crystal clear that I’m doing this against my will. This is NOT MY CHOICE. Unless you consider handing your wallet to a mugger a choice."
Forced. Forced by whom?
"The state of affairs: My partner has been working 78 (!) hours a week at a shit job and barely makes $200/wk. His piece-of-human-excrement employer gets away with this by calling him an independent contractor."
That bastard, state of affairs. Always fucking with the little people.
Speaking of: Making $2.50 an hour? Is her partner special needs? I can't watch television for 78 hours without somebody handing me more money than that.
Also: Notice how her argument is constrained. She CAN'T move. She CAN'T get a job. Government CAN'T give her free stuff (Isn't that why the People's Republic of California was chartered?) No wonder she needs to fuck strangers. Look at all these circumstances saddled on her like birth defects-and not the end-result of hundreds of bad judgement calls, oh, no, no.
"...I’ve been without my bipolar meds for nearly 8 weeks....I’m in the midst of a deep clinical depression and spend most of the day crying..."
Can you believe this chick is mental? I can't.
"Of course, just because my government is forcing me into prostitution by failing to provide job opportunities or a safety net..."
Uh-huh. Yeah. Obama is making this girl suck strange dick. Even I wouldn't smear the Dear Leader that way.
"...because the dogs I love more than anything will die if I don’t do this."
When social justice isn't for the children, it's for the puppies. Imagine the bumper sticker: Rim jobs for Russell Terriers.
But, there is a way out-have no fear. If one only clicks on the DONATE button on her webpage, you can keep her crying on her bed, taking care of her cancer-ridden dogs, along with her partner (who must be hand-bending paperclips in a Bangkok sweatshop), and writing her blog about how unjust it is that people making good decisions do better than those who don't.
I'm tempted to say, once a whore, always a whore. But that would be unkind. And an insult to working girls. What Sasha is really doing is jerking off our sympathy, with no happy ending in sight.
Oh, she would have you believe she's not. She's just being coerced (back) into sex-for-hire. By the government. The man. Insert your own responsibility-evading abstraction.
Her own words:
"The reason I’m blogging today is that I’m being forced into prostitution. And I want to make it crystal clear that I’m doing this against my will. This is NOT MY CHOICE. Unless you consider handing your wallet to a mugger a choice."
Forced. Forced by whom?
"The state of affairs: My partner has been working 78 (!) hours a week at a shit job and barely makes $200/wk. His piece-of-human-excrement employer gets away with this by calling him an independent contractor."
That bastard, state of affairs. Always fucking with the little people.
Speaking of: Making $2.50 an hour? Is her partner special needs? I can't watch television for 78 hours without somebody handing me more money than that.
Also: Notice how her argument is constrained. She CAN'T move. She CAN'T get a job. Government CAN'T give her free stuff (Isn't that why the People's Republic of California was chartered?) No wonder she needs to fuck strangers. Look at all these circumstances saddled on her like birth defects-and not the end-result of hundreds of bad judgement calls, oh, no, no.
"...I’ve been without my bipolar meds for nearly 8 weeks....I’m in the midst of a deep clinical depression and spend most of the day crying..."
Can you believe this chick is mental? I can't.
"Of course, just because my government is forcing me into prostitution by failing to provide job opportunities or a safety net..."
Uh-huh. Yeah. Obama is making this girl suck strange dick. Even I wouldn't smear the Dear Leader that way.
"...because the dogs I love more than anything will die if I don’t do this."
When social justice isn't for the children, it's for the puppies. Imagine the bumper sticker: Rim jobs for Russell Terriers.
But, there is a way out-have no fear. If one only clicks on the DONATE button on her webpage, you can keep her crying on her bed, taking care of her cancer-ridden dogs, along with her partner (who must be hand-bending paperclips in a Bangkok sweatshop), and writing her blog about how unjust it is that people making good decisions do better than those who don't.
I'm tempted to say, once a whore, always a whore. But that would be unkind. And an insult to working girls. What Sasha is really doing is jerking off our sympathy, with no happy ending in sight.