If you're too pissed at The Man and his Mens and Womens to vote, TBogg has a little story for you:
Every year in Happy Gumdrop Fairy-Tale Land all of the sprites and elves and woodland creatures gather together to pick the Rainbow Sunshine Queen. Everyone is there: the Lollipop Guild, the Star-Twinkle Toddlers, the Sparkly Unicorns, the Cookie Baking Apple-cheeked Grandmothers, the Fluffy Bunny Bund, the Rumbly-Tumbly Pupperoos, the Snowflake Princesses, the Baby Duckies All-In-A-Row, the Laughing Babies, and the Dykes on Bikes. They have a big picnic with cupcakes and gumdrops and pudding pops, stopping only to cast their votes by throwing Magic Wishing Rocks into the Well of Laughter, Comity, and Good Intentions. Afterward they spend the rest of the night dancing and singing and waving glow sticks until dawn when they tumble sleepy-eyed into beds made of the purest and whitest goose down where they dream of angels and clouds of spun sugar.
You don’t live there.
Grow the fuck up.
TBogg, who has his ups and downs, originally wrote that in response to some moron Naderite. It's wonderful how the very best things stay current.
The very best thing about this day, win or lose, is that we can be fucking done with this, and Commies and anarchists and fucking hippie rage junkies and white middle class pussies (love to BFF) can get back to hating curbstompers, while they amp up their hatred of us.
Update: BFF and I had our words yesterday in private, and it was funny (or so I thought) and it was closure. The above gun wasn't pointed at him. But it's not unreasonable that he felt smugged at, and I apologize. To him and him alone.
If you're not voting for some sophist reasons related to class struggle, fuck you. If you're not voting because you think there's some value in letting curbstompers be elected to teach Democrats a lesson, fuck you. If you're not voting because you're an anarchist, you're too fucking stupid for me to waste my time on. If you think that The Kind will win over curbstompers, you're not only too fucking stupid for me to waste my time on, you should go line up at the nearest House O' Curbstomping for your turn.
The man can speak for himself, but I think that BFF is apathetic (yes, it's a disease). He's disillusioned. He's feeling burned. All fair. He's responding to it differently than I do. He responds differently to a lot of things than I do. There's nothing wrong with any of that. Disagreement does not equal disenchantment. He's the creative one, I'm the dickhead realist. It's thrived for quite some time--as long as it's been since we settled into those spaces. It will continue to do so.
However: he had every reason to read the above this morning and think I was being a dick. For being less than cognizant of that, I was. And explanatory snorffle aside, I apologize.
Also, and independently: I Remember (via BFF's dynamic bloggy links).
10 comments:
I'd forgotten that lovely piece. I voted. If you're reading this, stop and go vote, if for no other reason than you need the practice and you'll get a lovely sticker that you can wear all day long.
(codows - you have the best Magic Words)
Oh, it was closure. That post at my place was mostly written before the fun exchange. The link to this post is love only. Aiwwap.
And fuck TBogg. No,really, the sanctimonious fuck. Dicks like him quite possibly make me want to vote less than fucksticks like Obama.
This anarchist thinks you should also fuck yourself back in return, for holding the silly notion that changing diapers makes the baby stop shitting.
:)
One good self-fucking deserves another. And but for the faint whiff of straw (my view is that one thing is clearly better than the other, not that the better thing is going to be curative), your point about causation is not misplaced.
But as an awesomely powerful demonstration of the principle that this is not the place to come for deep thought, you are one of the Dogfriends I was thinking of when I ladled out Marxism as a slur. The rapier, it is quick but not necessarily accurate.
I am truly happy, at least, that we can now get back to agreeing that it's time for Donovan McNabb To Punch A Motherfucker. Simple tastes for me.
The removed comment, by the way, is me, being anal about a typo.
Landru,
Turn about and all that. I fully endorse the Punch A Motherfucker Party, fwiw.
(I'm a terrible Marxist, because Bakunin bought a timeshare in my forebrain and he lets all his shiftless, sophistic bums visit whenever they want...)
Jack, I second your motion. Though I think Landru's too busy getting raped in both orifices to fuck himself.
Landru, I'm glad you got played like the little bitch you are.
Welcome, augustus. It's awesome when pointless, mannerless, illiterate trolls think this blog is worth the electrons for comment. Feel free to come back sometime, even if you don't emerge from your adolescence.
Thanks Landru for providing me with an object named Augustus for all of my post-election annoyance.
(wowls)
And I maintain: apathy about elections and complaining about the fucktards presented on the ballot is the ultimate luxury available to smug entitled males who have always been allowed to vote.
Or the very ignorant.
Tbogg is a loser. He posts dog porn and steals jokes from the Simpsons and Louis CK. What a dickless wonder.
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