It started with a trickle, and now a torrent of my well-meaning readers sending me amazing topic ideas, and information that I had not seen.
And I thank you all. But the reason that I am not writing is not because I’ve run out of ideas.
The reason that I am not writing is because I am sick.
I am sick to my soul with dark distillation of the ugliest abyss of the human soul: I am suffering from the political version of “Toxic Shock Syndrome,” as the unrelenting hate, snark, vile and infantile crap that continues 24/7/365 is just beyond my comprehension or capacity to respond.
And no false equivalences, hypocrites who claim to love God and Jesus so much: I am talking about the GOP/Right Wing/Tea Party dyslexics. You know who you are.*
(*If you have any questions, check the back band of your underwear: y0ur mother undoubtedly has written it in Sharpie® there.)
You know, in Herman Melville’s neglected Billy Budd, vile Claggart finally goes too far, and Billy kills the Iago-style bastard with a single punch. And today I can assure you, I know EXACTLY what Billy was going through. Finally, it just becomes too much. How human turds like Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Michelle Malkin, Ann Coulter, Doug Hoffman, Confederate Wanker, and the rest can get up EACH AND EVERY DAY and launch the most vituperative vitriol, the most toxic trash-talk, the Rottenist Rhetoric, the Antithesis of Argument, mere Atavistic Alliterative Alienation … it is beyond my comprehension. EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR; year in and year out.
How you can live in that cesspit of toxic hate and not eventually sicken and die of liver failure from the constant poisoning of your system by its own sludge of secretions is a medical miracle that mere science cannot explain: it must be the work of Satanic Contractual Dynamics.
There is, finally — Occam’s Razor and all — only the supernatural explanation. But they follow the Rovian Dictum: steal the initiative, win EVERY news cycle.
Push forward a single, toxic talking point, and the Left, believing themselves to be badass freelancers, beserkers arrayed against the Legions of Imperial Rome, either fails to counterattack, or else fail to ALLY themselves, and end up in typical, ineffectual, flaccid, backbiting mode.
Those who believe in the common shared destiny of humanity can’t share a common cause for one complete rotation of the Earth upon its axis, and those who would piss on the poor, kick the enfeebled, sneer at the less fortunate, and crap on anyone not pulling in an Adjusted Gross Income above the six figure threshold engage in a disciplined, focused campaign of slander, libel, specious and fallacious drivel that drives all sane or rational argument from the field.
George Bernard Shaw already wrote what I think of them, and I reproduce it (PD) here:
Pooh! why should I be civil to them or to you? In this Palace of Lies a truth or two will not hurt you. Your friends are all the dullest dogs I know. They are not beautiful: they are only decorated. They are not clean: they are only shaved and starched. They are not dignified: they are only fashionably dressed. They are not educated: they are only college passmen. They are not religious: they are only pewrenters. They are not moral: they are only conventional. They are not virtuous: they are only cowardly. They are not even vicious: they are only “frail.” They are not artistic: they are only lascivious. They are not prosperous: they are only rich. They are not loyal, they are only servile; not dutiful, only sheepish; not public spirited, only patriotic; not courageous, only quarrelsome; not determined, only obstinate; not masterful, only domineering; not self-controlled, only obtuse; not self-respecting, only vain; not kind, only sentimental; not social, only gregarious; not considerate, only polite; not intelligent, only opinionated; not [conservative], only factious; not imaginative, only superstitious; not just, only vindictive; not generous, only propitiatory; not disciplined, only cowed; and not truthful at all: liars every one of them, to the very backbone of their souls.
Let me add I am most gratified that people all over the world continue to read my writings, with my most popular posts (in no particular order) according to THEIR choice:
- George W. Bush, Agent of Al Qaeda
- Catholic Bigotry Rides Again
- Campbell Brown, Sexist Pig
- Schizoid in Barbieland
- To Mock the Killing Birds
- Ayn Kampf, Revisited
- The Twelve Daze of Christmas
- Something for the Eloi
- Righties Rape Rape
- Wanking with Butt Plug Bob
- Once a Dick, Always a Dick
And, of course,
(That’s leaving Christina’s Outing out of it altogether, since it is evergreen, and attracts an entirely different audience than my regular and occasional readership.)
Read from Brasilia, Brazil to Sydney, Perth and Alice Springs, Australia, from Pretoria, South Africa to Bangkok, Thailand, Hong Kong, China, Delhi, India, Teheran, Iran, Attika (Athens), Greece, to Hudson’s Bay, Canada, and Newfoundland, Montreal and Vancouver, both Canada AND Washington state; or, just today Santiago, Chile, and Swansea, Wales, Dublin, Ireland, Ile de France, Eureka, California to Juneau, Alaska; Plymouth Massachusetts to Arlington, Virginia; from the Secretary of State’s office in Illinois to the United States House of Representatives; from Paris, Texas to Lake Elsinore, California, Tel Aviv, Israel, Tokyo, Japan and Blagoevgrad, Bulgaria.
the last hundred visitors
But I am speechless in the face of such unrelenting hate, demonic spin and dirty tricks. Our Masters, the Insurance Companies don’t WANT health reform, and now every long knife is being sharpened, every pen filled with p0ison, every newsroom catamite having their face rubbed in the scent of the enemy, unleashed and told “KILL!”
If it had to be said, I think I have already said it.
And I am numb.