WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN

It's taken me this long to realize it. Really, why didn't I grasp this truth sooner? It's positively life-changing!

What it is, is the understanding that I am not a social person, and do not tolerate fools very well.

Last night upon coming home I did not react nicely to a spam-brained rightwinger on a pro-Israel site. And I feel darned good about that.
I also threw some gratuitous nastiness in the direction of a few of my former associates -- a paranoid old git who probably still believes that a Kenyan Muslim Socialist is planning to take away his guns and send him to camp, an often tense and panicked halfwit insect who works in education, a whiny lesbian Jewish nationalist with self-obsession the size of Texas, a bitchy rightwing Eastern European twit, and a featherbrained Berkeleyite flibbertigibbet Republican -- and I sneered at the Jerusalem Post.

The Jerusalem Post! The Jerusalem Post!!!

Why, the nerve of me!


Yeah, they'll probably never read what I said. Largely because they have an unerring talent ("lack of imagination") for reading only material that agrees EXACTLY with all their praeconceptions.

And, seeing as this blogger is not a paid hack for Likud, which lost all balls while shvontslecking Bibi and his acolytes, there is not a single thing I write that will ever come near to crossing their intellectual horizons.
Which, in mittn drinnen, are quite one dimensional.
Not even lines, just pin-point dots.
Tiny ink blobs.


FERVENTLY DISLIKING PAMELA GELLER OR ROBERT SPENCER PROBABLY MAKES ME AN ANTI-SEMITE, OR AT THE VERY LEAST A MUSLIM!


A few years ago, all of the aforementioned dingbats were defiantly fan-girlish about Geert Wilders. And it was apparent that not only was Mr. Wilders the only thing they knew about Dutch politics and Dutch politicians, but also they hadn't much of a clue what he really stood for, who his followers were, and what a reprehensible bunch of backwards scum-sucking slimebags lurked among his devotees.

You know, I rather like Geert Wilders, because I admire a man who wields a mean bottle of blond, and Dutch politics often needs a savage kick in the nether lands ("ene welverdiende schop onder de kont, beste Nederlands-taligen"), but his politics are on the whole self-serving egomaniac drama by a bigoted queen manqué.

Basically Mussolini with a pompadour.

I strongly believe that monolingual ignoramusses, like the previously described dill pickles, really should shut the F up on the subjects of both Geert Wilders as well as Dutch politics; they don't know what they're talking about, they sound stupid and strident, and they come across as embarrassingly rightwing, redneck, and wrong.



Anyhow, now that I clearly see that I am not gifted with enough patience for all conditions and circumstances, and basically would far rather smack the heads of stupid people instead of diplomatically mollifying them and stroking their silly egos, my social life is bound to improve.

When I cannot avoid neurotics, I will happily treat them unkindly.

If I must, I'll be the rabid canary in their coalmine.

Dent them.




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