Cheetz!

If your gas station is more than two miles from the Wilkes-Barre exit you posted you sign next to, then maybe you shouldn't tell me your gas station exists off that exit. It doesn't. It's two miles away. That's wasting my time, and that's yellow for you.

A Stor Is Gathering

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I happened to catch the following advertisement posted in the right-hand column while reading the Goal blog at NYTimes. I cannot stress how real this ad actually was. While perhaps poignantly melancholy, its copy appeared blatantly incomplete:

Yup, your storm is coming. And it kinda makes me want to start my own organization to defend the rights of traditional spelling and/or basic competence for life.

What would Jesus do? He probably would have spelled "marriage" correctly.

How are you supposed to advocate for something you can't even spell?

There's no "e" in "marriag," but there is one in "spellcheck." Two, actually.

But seriously--I'm sure you're organization is well organize and full of smar people.

Lastly, you might consider not featuring on your website the picture of a supporter whose dumbstruck expression looks like he accidentally wandered in front of a camera, and whose image was then edited to appear as if he's getting struck by lightening:

Is this guy gay and getting struck by lightening for it? Or, is he just confused by the storm that keeps following him around? While this guy's facial expression is ambiguous, presumably his sexual orientation is not.

And just to clear up any claims I've taken the original ad out of context:


NOM cautioned per section B-7 for being perhaps the worst-presented advocacy group ever.