Dumbass Ohio Governor Candidate Just Made A Dumbass Facebook Post About Sexual Assault

If you aren’t from Ohio, there’s a chance you haven’t heard about justice Bill O’Neill, a Democrat who was served on the Ohio Supreme Court for 10 years. He recently decided to run for governor in 2018, and as of earlier today, he made a very, erm, interesting public statement about all the recent sexual assault allegations against politicians. I’ll just let you read it for yourself.

O’Neill originally posted on Facebook:

Now that the dogs of war are calling for the head of Senator Al Franken I believe it is time to speak up on behalf of all heterosexual males. As a candidate for Governor let me save my opponents some research time. In the last fifty years I was sexually intimate with approximately 50 very attractive females. It ranged from a gorgeous personal secretary to Senator Bob Taft (Senior) who was my first true love and we made passionate love in the hayloft of her parents barn in Gallipolis and ended with a drop dead gorgeous red head who was a senior advisor to Peter Lewis at Progressive Insurance in Cleveland.

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There’s A Twitter Hashtag Making Fun of Kellyanne Conway’s ‘Microwave’ Comments And Holy Shit It’s All Hilarious

Remember when Kellyanne Conway said Obama might’ve been spying on Trump through his microwave? Yeah, that was a weird thing that happened. Why did that happen again?

While I still can’t make sense of her thought process, I may never have to. Because luckily for us, the internet has blessed us with plenty of microwave-themed memes so that we can just laugh away the pain of knowing this woman is helping run our country.

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Growing Up in White America

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I like to joke that I grew up in the whitest part of America, though sometimes even I’m unsure of how much truth lies in my own words. I once met someone from Chicago who laughed when I told her where I was from. “Do you guys even know what diversity is there?” Then, with a wry smile, she joked, “Am I the first Black girl you’ve ever seen?”

I laughed and shook my head. Of course she wasn’t — we both knew that. But the more I thought about it, the less funny it became. Something about what she said itched deep under my skin. I’ve never been able to shake away the feeling completely.

When I think about my childhood neighborhood, I can’t remember one Person of Color who lived on my street. All I can remember is the Asian man who lived a few blocks away who kids made fun of because he didn’t celebrate Halloween. I grew up going to the school that was known for having the most diversity in the district, but there still wasn’t very much at all. My classes were overwhelmingly white and full of overwhelmingly white ideas. I remember a boy once jokingly made a KKK hood and paraded through the halls wearing it. Someone in my history class once wore black face as part of a presentation on civil rights. When a new club called “Young Educated African Americans” started meeting, students asked why there wasn’t a club for white people. These actions and comments hardly seemed to phase anyone.

Was it because we were young? To an extent, I believe that’s true. I don’t think any of us truly understood the weight of the things we did. We grew up in a school system that taught us racism ended when Martin Luther King Jr. gave his famous speech, the same school system that didn’t teach us about Japanese internment camps or Native American history. We grew up with parents who never taught us better, maybe because they were never taught better; we were stuck in the cycle of living in white America.

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