When you get that irresistible urge for the hot stove…
No, no. He doesn’t have time for hate. He doesn’t despise anyone, least of all a treacherous, lying, Kraven Koward like me:
I always wondered how he got @captivenurse to pose for that one…
But the truly hilarious thing that everyone knows, is that if he were ever to find out who the Thinking Man’s Zombie is (never gonna happen), the first thing that would happen, after the dox, would be the pauper’s lawsuit would be filed and in the mail. Before the close of business.
Because he doesn’t hate me.
And he isn’t even paying attention anymore.
Over at PJMedia, Spengler opines on why folks like The Reason I’m Here hate people like me so much:
They are being silly. We know they are being silly, and they know we know, and they can’t stand it. It isn’t quite how we repudiate the idea that the opposing party has any legitimacy at all. But we can’t stop giggling.
“Reductio ad absurdum” does not begin to characterize the utter silliness of liberals, whose governing dogma holds that everyone has a right to invent their own identity. God is dead and everything is permitted, Zarathustra warned; he should have added that everything is silly. When we abhor tradition, we become ridiculous, because we lack the qualifications to replace what generation upon generation of our ancestors built on a belief in revelation and centuries of trial and error. Conservatives know better. G.K. Chesterton said it well: “Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about.”
It resonates. He’s an idiot. We know he is an idiot, and he knows that we know. And he can’t stand that we refuse to take him seriously.
Read the whole thing.
“…perhaps the recent low profile of the demented freak is an indication that he has seen the error of his ways. Perhaps he has turned over a new leaf. Perhaps he is no longer filled with fascination with the RWNJ (Real World Nose Jelly) that plagues him so. Perhaps he has at long last abandoned his obsession with “the butt stuff.”
Sadly (or perhaps snot, I’ve been bored), this is not the case. Clearly he could not resist this Bunny Boy tweet of crank Roger Shuler’s fact-deficient weasel-turd of a post…
For week 3 I chose the Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s version of “Carol of the Bells.” Mostly because I heard it on the radio and it sounds like a song that everyone playing had to break a heavy sweat to get it done!
The light show is just a bonus…
…and one Twitter account?
I have never deleted a post from this blog. I have never deleted a tweet, much less the entire account.
I have never felt that anything I have written was so…indefensible (the kindest term I could think of) that I would be unable to stand behind it.
I sleep very well at night.
When I’m not out chasing delicious Postal Inspector brains, that is.