An Open Letter To Matt Walsh

Dear Matt Walsh,

I pity you.

Wait, that’s a lie. I’m unable to have even a microscopic amount of pity for an insensitive, arrogant, pompous, judgmental, cantankerous charlatan who attempts to “moralize” everything into a black and white issue with that familiar “I have a monopoly on God and I am THE word” quality.

Basically, Mr. Walsh, you are proof that the internet is riddled with awful human beings (yourself) with awful opinions (yourself).



A compassionate, empathetic, sensitive, inclusive heathen.


Views From Shattered Glass: Mourning Robin Williams & Depression

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Last night, I cried myself to sleep. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I was reading another AWFUL statement from a conservative ninny about Robin Williams, his suicide, and mental illness. Continue reading


Holy Blind Date, Batman: My Surprisingly Peaceful Visit at HFASS Pastored By Nadia Bolz-Weber

Butterflies? Check.

Sweaty Palms? Check.

Nervous Energy? Check.

Checking the time on my phone every five seconds? Check.

I was nervous, no doubt about it. Continue reading