Virtual Ho-Slapping
Okay, my essay isn't done yet. I got a little sidetracked, and you'll see why in a few minutes... if you dare [insert macabre laugh here].
I don't do it often, that is, directly confront the Online Monsters Of NeoConservatism. I've long known it has the potential of being a tremendous waste of time. More often than not, I'm happy to ignore them. But, occasionally, dicing up some wayward faux-Christian Footsoldier of Evil reminds me of the nature of what Americans of conscience are up against.
The objective isn't to change their mind, magically transforming them into something good which they hate with all their being. When I confront the wicked, I do so because for every person who has their mind made up about any particular issue, there are many - whether one, dozens, hundreds, thousands or millions - who do not. They are the ones I seek to engage. This invariably flies right over the empty heads of my eager victims.
You, dear reader, may or may not agree with my view on the possibility of pursuing a better life in a more civilized country. But the very notion that an American citizen would consider emigrating as a result of the Great NeoCon Revolution makes the fascists apoplectic with rage - I suppose because they don't want to be deprived of enjoying The Final Solution firsthand. But if it wasn't that, it would be their tax bill or something else akin to "You kids get outta my yard!"
Don't get me wrong: While I'm here, I will fight for social justice and seek to recover all that we have lost. But how long I remain here, quite frankly, is an open question. There can be little doubt there are legitimate parallels between our contemporary rock and a hard place and that of the Germans watching Hitler's maniacal rise to power. At least Hitler had a syphillitic brain.
As the great Michael O'Donahue often said:
"I think it goes something like this..."
Enjoy. On some tragic, cathartic level, I certainly did.
I don't do it often, that is, directly confront the Online Monsters Of NeoConservatism. I've long known it has the potential of being a tremendous waste of time. More often than not, I'm happy to ignore them. But, occasionally, dicing up some wayward faux-Christian Footsoldier of Evil reminds me of the nature of what Americans of conscience are up against.
The objective isn't to change their mind, magically transforming them into something good which they hate with all their being. When I confront the wicked, I do so because for every person who has their mind made up about any particular issue, there are many - whether one, dozens, hundreds, thousands or millions - who do not. They are the ones I seek to engage. This invariably flies right over the empty heads of my eager victims.
You, dear reader, may or may not agree with my view on the possibility of pursuing a better life in a more civilized country. But the very notion that an American citizen would consider emigrating as a result of the Great NeoCon Revolution makes the fascists apoplectic with rage - I suppose because they don't want to be deprived of enjoying The Final Solution firsthand. But if it wasn't that, it would be their tax bill or something else akin to "You kids get outta my yard!"
Don't get me wrong: While I'm here, I will fight for social justice and seek to recover all that we have lost. But how long I remain here, quite frankly, is an open question. There can be little doubt there are legitimate parallels between our contemporary rock and a hard place and that of the Germans watching Hitler's maniacal rise to power. At least Hitler had a syphillitic brain.
As the great Michael O'Donahue often said:
"I think it goes something like this..."
Enjoy. On some tragic, cathartic level, I certainly did.
posted by Arvin Hill at 2/16/2005 06:22:00 PM
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