I don't want to have a pure bred anything as a pet. I think the mutts and cross-breeds are much friendlier and healthier.

If you must call us something call us "Prysmatic"
it took me ten years to get that word in the dictionary. Beats the hell out of "mutt"

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Definitions of Prysmatic: Submitted to Merriam Webster dictionary 8-2007

* A derivative of the word prismatic

* Noun: "Prysmatic" A person who is multi racial, multi cultural, and or, multi national. A living bridge between peoples, races and nations through ancestry, cultural philosophy or personal ideology.

* adjective: exhibiting traits formed by the multi national, multi cultural and inter racial experience.

* verb: to defy hereditary, cultural, social or historically imposed limitations.

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Think, ask, believe whatever you may like. I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I was personally offended. I speak for myself as a lifetime advocate for multiracials. I am NOT a mutt. I've never been a mutt and don't intend on becoming one now. It's not a word of pride. it's a derogatory reference. If don imus had said it everyone would be screaming. if john McCain said "I'm going to get my kids a dog. probably a mutt like Barak Obama." It would be world war 3. No other group of people would allow such a slight and we should not consider it OK either. Like I said. Believe what you like. just don't call me or mine mutts. We WILL be offended.

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Really? Are we going to make something of this? I'm an 8th Cherokee, Scottish, German and god knows what else. Am I a mutt?

My letter to CNN about the "M" word



My name is Max Parthas. My wife and I are two of America's most recognized Spoken Word artist and the founders of Prysmatic Dreams. PrysmaticDreams. com
An artists social network based on the dream of multicultural brotherhood.

We were as proud as anyone else to know that a multiracial American became our president. I have personally discussed the issue with Barak Obama during our travels. Below are photos of him reading my thoughts on this new melting pot America at our first meeting. I thought we had grown as a people to fully embrace who we are as people of multiple cultural heritages. Until June 12, 1967, white and blacks couldn't even get married legally. Now the children of those unions and others like them number in the tens of millions. We have pride in who we are and who he is. We are here to stay and part of the national character.

To hear him refer to himself as a "mutt" brings me near to tears. For a biracial person that's the equivalent of calling us the N word. We are not mutts. Nor are we halfbreeds, mulattoes (half mules) or mistakes. If you must call us anything let it be with respect.

We have as much right to embrace our diverse racial pride as anyone else. For our president to casually denigrate the near 30 million multiracial Americans in this country who supported his causes, his family included, is a public shame. It shows how little his rich heritage means to him and how little it matters. With one single word he made an entire burgeoning culture of people seem worthless.


I for one demand an apology.


Max Parthas
A Proud Multiracial American -not a mutt-

see the photos @ the www.myspace.com/maxparthas blog

"I think more important than democracy is the survival of my people and my culture."

We are a nation of mutts. Its too bad racist's heads haven't imploded over Obama... maybe in a couple weeks.

And on a personal note, I'm a life sciences researcher living in Indiana, and literally half the people I work with are immigrants, from Iran, Nigeria, Bangladesh, Syria, China, Hungary,... The cliche that diversity is our strength is absolutely true in my experience.

A list off the top of my head of various things that were wrong with this movie:

- Fucking Russians invading a U.S. Nuclear Weapons Facility on U.S. soil, that right there set the tone for this being a poorly thought out film.
- The Gophers, Shitty cgi cute animals have no place in an Indy film.
- Now Indy is A former CIA Opperative as well? WTF!?
- Surviving a nuclear blast by hiding in a fridge. The kind of fridge that killed kids by latching from the outside. If a nuclear blast wouldn't tear this super-fridge appart, how the fuck can Indy just kick the door off?
- The motorcycle chase scene with Mutt. Apparently you can just slide sideways under tables on a motorcycle. Speilberg saw the Indian move with a horse sliding under a truck and thought it would some how make more sense with a bike.
- The entire script. Too many examples to list here.
- The crazy ninja natives that blast out of the rock in the tombs. Some how these primitve peoples have incased themselves in the walls and ceiling of this crypt and lie in wait for adventurers. Absoultuely stupid.
- Shia Laboeuf Swinging through vines with monkeys.
- Monkeys that are naturally hostile to Russians. Shia is swinging away with the monkeys in the jungle and having a great time, but when the monkies see russians, they go into crazy attack mode.
- Billions of flesh eating ants.
- Interdimensional Aliens. WTF was George Lucas thinking? If somebody told me that the plot for the new Indy movie involved psychic Russians, Nuclear explosions and aliens, I would have not believed them for a second.

The thing that really pisses me off about this movie is that the Indiana Jones franchise was so awesome before that, during the planning, I'm sure Lucas and Speilberg agreed that the plot didn't matter at all, Everyone will pay to go see an Indy movie, its pure gold.
The plot was shit, and the move made a ridiculous amount of money. There is nothing to stop this from happening again.

I had a stranger come up to me once in the inner city. He started trying to establish a report, telling me where he worked, and showing me his I.D. I let him go on for about 30 seconds before I told him I didn't have any money for him (I had just given my change away not five minutes before to someone else). He got all pissed off, claiming that I stereo typed him. He claimed he was just asking for directions to the nearest gas station. I told him that I was sorry I misunderstood him, and that "everyone who comes up to me in the city and tries to be my friend ends up asking for money." (It's happened about two dozen times this year alone.) He said, "...everONE?!" as though he wanted me desperately to say every "black guy" so that -I- would fit into -his- stereo type... He was an African American, I am some kind of German/English/Irish mutt (aka 'white'). I told him that I could certainly direct him to the nearest gas station and he said, "Forget it man!"

He was full of complete B.S. No reasonable person would try to make best friends with a complete stranger before asking them for freaking DIRECTIONS to a GAS STATION. He was a racist who wanted free money.

as linked in the San Diego paper above....to make matters more interesting, the Ashera cat has recently been DNA tested and it's been found that Asheras are really another breeder's, erm, breed called Savannah F1.

http://ashera-savannah-cat.blogspot.com/

which sell for 5 to 6k.

so now Lifestyle Pets sells Ashera *and* Savannah F1s. what interests me in that blogspot link are the comments from yesterday's story, it paints this Brodie guy pretty horribly, if that really is him.
anyway, my free mutt-cat says omnomnom all over her food, all over me when it's time for her to give me my bath, i'd like 22k$ naow plz, kthxbye.

I sooo badly want to downvote this. Phelps and his family really get my blood boiling.

Let's just say for a sec that God is out there.. I'm astounded by the arrogant conceit by these guys that actually claim to be able to speak for God. What the hell do they know?

If you are a Christian, and you believe that Christ was God in the form of man come to pay for all the sin in the world, then who are you to determine who doesn't get that gift??? HUH?

Doesn't sound like much of a gift to me if God went through all that trouble to supernaturally cure the world of sin debt only to have this mutt's mess of clashing religions trying to sort it all out.

If Jesus WAS the real deal then EVERYONE goes you idiots. It's called forgiveness and the whole point of Christianity.

I tire of religious dumbasses.

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That there's Dusty. He was with me for 15 years. Had to put him down two months after his birthday in 2007. He was part Shi-Tzu, part Cocker Spaniel, and one hell of a smart mutt. Still miss him, that's for sure.

I love how he has to throw in that he's Greek. All of my Greek friends love to talk about Greece this or Greek that. I can't start a conversation with them without them bringing it up as if they're so proud of themselves for being Greek. They're not even from Greece. They were raised in North Carolina. You don't hear me yapping on and on about how awesome German is or wherever the hell my mutt ancestry is from.

soupskin and I have two dogs, one tuxedo cat, a rat and various fish.
Dogs are Rogue the St Bernard/Aussie shepherd (who is responsible for 96% of the hair in the carpet) and Nzinga the black hound-ish mutt (who is getting rather old and barks and nothing whenever Lil Miss decides to take a nap).

The cat was one of a sibling pair but his litter mate, Cindy, died young due to neurological problems. His name is Shadow and he's a love-whore. He is responsible for about 3% of the hair in the carpet.

The rat was a gift/rescue of a pair from a friend whose husband decided he was allergic to rats. The two were Rogue and Nova but Nova died recently. Rats don't live very long so believe me, it wasn't anything we did as the boys were middle age when we got them. Rogue-the-rat isn't responsible for any hair in the carpet because he has a townhouse cage to catch any hair he doesn't clean himself.

I think my favorite pet so far was the rock lobster we had named Kompressor - an industrial underground internet phenomenon. He used to pile the pebbles in the tank in the middle and stand on the mountain waving his claws about like the king he was. We would then say Kompressor was dancing. Even though we knew "Kompressor does not dance"

Don't have any photos online since I never had anyone to share it with but I've got three dogs, an ancient black Lab, a Shepard mix mutt, and a Blue Heeler. Used to have a heeler/pit mix but she died last year.

One rat (last left of three, getting old). And a cat, she was an accident of sorts. Kind of adopted us. She also seems to think she's a dog.

I've had others, odd ones such as hedgehogs and more normal ones such as cockatiels. Mostly as rescues from people who know we like animals and who got something they can't take care of.

The Angry Video Game Nerd sounds like a broken man after having seen the film. I think the only person who can provide a proper opinion after this whimper is Yahtzee.

Anyone who didn't walk out of the theater the moment they saw Shia Fucking Lebouf (also known as Mutt Fucking Williams) catching up to cars in a chase scene using vines and monkeys has a greater constitution than I. What a disappointment.