Thursday, August 30, 2007

Let the cleansing begin 

First off, I'm tickled to see that Larry Craig is left twisting in the wind. Everyone knows the Republican Party doesn't deal with homos. Duh. In all seriousness, though, Craig's ostricizing is encouraging, if not long overdue with respect to people of prominence/fame/beauty in this country.

I came across an article, today, by columnist Jason Whitlock (normally reserved for my sports ramblings, but not today) that exemplifies how we, as a society, pander to and bend over for anyone with a pretty smile and place in the spotlight. With respect to the section where he writes about Miss Teen South Carolina (which you're surely familiar with by now) and the fucking pathetic excuse for television that was her vomit-enducing pity party on the Today Show, he nails it on the head. America doesn't give a fuck that it is stupid. America embraces ignorance. America prides sensitivity over education. MISS TEEN SOUTH CAROLINA SHOULD BE BEATEN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING SHOVEL. Are you kidding me? We don't hold anyone to any standard because that means they'd have to "try." Ew, effort, that's dumb.

And Whitlock's flaying of the media both on this point and with regard to the Jena Six is spot on, too. The same society that embraces lazy idiots stumbling through public school, has the same standard for its journalists. The whole thing makes me want to puke. That kid who got the beatdown probably deserved it, the racist fool, and given the actions of the Louisiana school board, it's no wonder that that state ranks at the bottom in education along with Mississippi, but my god, leave it to fame-whores like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton to come to the defense of a criminal and say that he should be let off the hook because of an unrelated incident.

Two morals here.
1) The South is the asshole of the country.
2) We can't be bothered to hold anyone accountable for anything. Because it might hurt their feelings.

My god... and did you see this efficient German genius? Hey, Hans, how many times does your house need to be plowed into before you admit you're a fucking idiot for building it where you did? After the tens-of-thousands in damages, why not just buy a new house? Hell, with the repairs up through, say, collision number three, you could've bought one. The story says he's "reluctant to leave the house." I'll tell you why: Because he's retarded. And still, he's brighter than Miss Teen South Carolina. But don't tell her she's an idiot. You might make her cry. And that would be bad and you'd be overcome with feelings of shame. You'd also be a giant pussy.

Fuck it. I might just take the rest of the day off.

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