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UPDATE – This…is going to be…SOOOOOOO…GOOOOOOOD.
Telling stories (and doing it poorly) fantasizing about misfortunes befalling one’s enemies is not comedy.
If it makes the author laugh, that’s one thing. Given our fallen nature, I believe such fantasies are far more common than any of us would care to admit. But to think that sharing such thoughts would make an audience LAUGH is beyond depraved.
On the other hand, an author would be well within the bounds of propriety to use such disturbing thoughts as fodder for a psychological thriller about a serial killer or an international terrorist plot?
Not funny. Not even a little bit funny. But in the proper context, it could be a helluva fun beach read.
I have this
friend/ acquaintance/ person I know/ sorta dickish person I’ve never met/total asshole in my life who suffers from a perfidious and easily exacerbated neurological disorder.
I’ve been scouring the web for many weeks looking for a truly top-notch independent website/blog with news and advocacy information that might help him, run by a person with a truly sterling reputation, but I’m really not having any luck.
All I seem to come up with are websites selling absolutely atrocious, really vomit-inducing audio which purports to be comedy. I don’t know what sane person would consider this stuff funny, but I guess even people who are that far gone need a laugh too, I guess. Or not.
Anyway, if someone out there (I’m looking at you, Rick Buchanan) could point me at a cool, well-designed and informative website like that, I’d really appreciate it.
Just because I feel like it, not because it might coincidentally have anything to do with events in the moment.
Stop saying stupid shit on the Internet.
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
Apocryphal, oft attributed to A. Lincoln
People have a God-given right to say dumb shit. I have the same God-given right to mock them when they do. (Truth be told, I consider it a more of a responsibility. Opinions vary.)
If (when) I say something stupid, I expect you to point it out, and maybe take me down a peg or two. If you do it well, I may tip my hat to you.
But if you don’t, well…all I have is FUN.
It’s been unusually quiet the last week or so. Except for a couple of slips, very calm indeed. Perhaps something is coming.
On Tuesday, it was:
So, why bother?
Because I refuse to yield the field to the trolls, to the hate-mongers who have tried ever so hard to define who I am.
But if I should shuffle off the proverbial “mortal coil” tonight, these books, audiobooks and comedy albums are PROOF of my existence, and they will speak for me. Why do you suppose the Legion of Hoge has worked so hard to post false, negative reviews of my most recent books on Amazon. They neglect to mention that they are major characters in the books they are panning (I most certainly do NOT, you lying fuck – PK), so I am forced to do that for them.
Everything else will speak for itself.
Strong, defiant, full of piss and vinegar, if a bit fatalist. Unfortunately for him, I think Shakespeare had the measure.
But Thursday, a little different story from Twitter:
Not quite so defiant. More resigned? Defeated, even?
You know what it feels like to me?
Eric Holder’s Hard drive is being backed up to a secure server every 30 minutes, right?