Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Whoops, I Went Off on a Tangent

(ETA: This whole post has beaucoup kinks in it as it seems that ScribeFire isn't exactly like posting directly to Blogger. There were many HTML errors created in the cross-posting that I've tried to correct but HTML-ese isn't my strongsuit. Not in any way, shape or form. But that's what practice is all about, I guess... Stay tuned for more.)

I was responding to a post at, "The Aristocrats", when my response developed a mind of it's own and before I knew it, I'd hit the publish button. I was more concerned with syntax and complete sentences that I completely over-shot the runway as regards the post I was responding to. Here's the first paragraph or so of the post and link:

Heckuva Job!

guys, listen up - here’s our plan. Alabar - you get the video camera
and tape the rest of us running around firing guns like a bunch of
freakin' maniacs and hollerin’ ‘Allah Akbar!’ The infidels always get
spooked when they hear that. Make sure you get all our faces. Then,
Muqtada - you carry the tape over to the video store and have ‘em dub
it to DVDs, so we all get a copy to have in our personal possession.
I’m pretty sure the video store is secure - I haven’t heard anything
about no memo Alberto Gonzales mighta wrote saying it was okay for the
Great Satan to snoop in on our private video collections. Next, now
this next part is really important, Alfonso – wait a minute, are you
sure you’re one of us? – good, whew! - had me worried there for a
second. We need for you and maybe a couple of other guys to drive on
down to Philly, stop some cop, and ask him for a map of Fort Dix. I
know it’s in New Jersey, but if we ask a cop in Newark he might get
suspicious. We can't afford to arouse no suspicions, Surprise is the
very heart and soul of our scheme. Okay! Sound like it’s all coming
together? I think so. Allah will be pleased. Allah be praised! Now,
whatcha say we all go down to play some paintball and get in practice?
Be sure to holler 'Allah Akbar!' after every shot. There's magic in
them words!”

And here's the response from me:

I guess this is yet another example of, "Wherever you go, you go again.", because I can remember hearing, in the 60's-about Viet Nam-the grown-ups, (I was only six or so by 1970), asking each other, "Would you rather fight them in Jersey?" To which one or another of my much older relatives or family friends would reply, "Maybe we could beat them in Jersey."

It seems that in the ensuing almost 40 years that nobody has changed that much. Only the names have changed. We used to call them,'Hard Hats' and now we call them,'Wingnuts.', but their argument is the same tired, ghost written, garbage. Those who didn't have the, "Honor to serve", are the first to reply and more than 99-percent in the affirmative to the President's latest proclamation.

I'm tired, so tired of the same bottom of the barrel scumbags who dodged the draft in the 60's, yet couldn't get laid without paying someone for the pleasure(honor?? or horror?? you decide) and spent the funnest years of their lives lurking in the basements of some of America's highest institutions of learning. Trying to overthrow the self same joyous spirit that didn't... Couldn't. Include them within it because they are and were SO vile. They have nothing to show for their life's work except sadism, emptiness, disease, murder and petulant, pointless, destruction.

I imagine they view themselves collectively as a second coming of Louis XIV and his boast of, "Apres-Moi... Le Deluge." That if they can't be the greatest members of their generation, then they'll be the worst. It fits their adolescent behavior to a,'T'.

See? Little nail, big hammer. And after a fashion, the wrong everything other than sentiment.


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