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Well you've talked me into it. Going out into the streets and finding a peace rally to join, that is.
Now I personally can't imagine any possible way you could kill too many of those women-hating Taleban fucks, barring that somebody dreams up a working scheme to kill them, bring them back to life, kill them again, resuscitate them again, kill them again, etc., etc., which would perhaps seem too severe, but it's practically impossible anyway. And as far as "respecting" in some kind of "multicultural" sense the Talebs's disgusting and deeply sexually-perverted parody of a religion, I'm no more likely to do that than I am to believe that Pat Robertson honestly, inwardly, believes in the existence of that "God" whom he employs to milk so many millions of dollars from so many millions of morons.
As a matter of fact, unlike the U.S. right-wing, which has flip-flopped on this particular good-guy/bad-guy issue as blithely as Orwell's Minitrue, I have consistently hated those fuckers as far back as a decade and a half ago, when Ronald Reagan was publicly addressing them as "the moral equivalent of the Founding Fathers."
So while I do have serious misgivings about the U.S. bombing campaign as it is being conducted, especially those strikes in civilian-choked cities - seems like that's exactly what the ObL gang hungrily wants, great piles of dead Moslem civilians heaped up in windrows, so it's only common sense to refuse such a public-relations coup to them - at the very least I am somewhat ambivalent about taking the stance that "the bombing must stop completely now!" and so on.
But. See, I've been traduced so ceaselessly these last few weeks, in every news medium known to Western man, by one after another of these God damned shit-eating right-wingers, that is to say by the very same stupid cocksuckers who, from the late seventies through the early nineties established and funded and armed those psycho Islamic-fundamentalist mass-murderers in the first place, that I have lost not just patience but restraint. I mean I'm about ready to bust a fucking gasket here.
So OK, cool, the plan is, I'll walk down the street with a big old peace sign on a poster board stapled to a wood stick. Maybe I'll drill out the stick first and run a nice length of 5/8" re-bar up the length of it. And then, I can hope, at least one of the morons who keeps reposting this "punch him in the face" horseshit all over the fucking place (and yo moron, do you have to repost that tripe verbatim, don't you even have enough brains to paraphrase it so it sounds original?) will come strutting up, all ruddy with imbecilic "patriotism," thinking in the typical cowardly bully fashion "Oh boy here's somebody I can hit who won't hit me back!," and he'll take a swing at me. Whereupon I'm going to take out all the various frustrations I've been hoarding up these last few miserable years, all over his fucking map.
And when the police come scrape his sorry ass off the asphalt, and they subsequently drag my "pacifist" ass off in cufflinks, I'll have a bunch of witnesses to testify that stupid there, that dumb fuck with the flag t-shirt and the busted-in mug, was the guilty party who threw the first punch, and I'll get off!
So come on.
Yours WDK - WKiernan@concentric.net
Getting into my Chevrolet Magic Fire, I drove slowly back to the office. - L. Rosen
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