fuck this guy; he's such an inhuman piece of shit...
how does our media machine tolerate this type of shit? I'll tell you: because people aren't awake enough, and certainly aren't pissed enough. as long as raw sensation and cynically manipulated outrage are the order of the day, as long as the punditocracy and the hateful, self-loathing, ugly creatures that ooze from their plastic loins dominate the political discussion in this country, as long as people are willing to tolerate pure inhumanity for the sake of "spectacle" and book sales, this is the world we will enjoy.
and really, is this what people want? or is it being fed to us by those with agendas and money interests? is it the type of thing that is designed to outrage the left so they support specific people/ideas/etc, just like the right gets outraged by gays and evolution and abortion? does it just play into the "good cop/bad cop" system of government we currently suffer? what the fuck and how does this go on? are we not ALL HUMAN, MANN COULTER, you fucking whore? who talks like this? killers, fascists, evil demons, serial murderers...
information, facts, multiple sources and the ability to think with compassion, clarity and an overarching sense of humanity are the only way to crush the motherfucking shit out of this kind of mentality.
as for those who espouse these beliefs, either for shock value and cash or for the pure miserable joy of genuine shitheeled assholery, there may be only the deepest, most violent of actual crushing...
posted by christopher cunningham at 10:04 PM
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Here's a poem by Robert Bly from his book "The Insanity of Empire":
Call and Answer
Tell me why it is we don't lift our voices these days
And cry over what is happening. Have you noticed
The plans are made for Iraq and the ice cap is melting?
I say to myself "Go on, cry. What's the sense
Of being an adult and having no voice? Cry out!
See who will answer! This is Call and Answer!"
We will have to call especially loud to reach
Our angels, who are hard of hearing; they are hiding
In the jugs of silence filled during our wars.
Have we agreed to so many wars that we can't
Escape from the silence? If we don't lift our voices, we allow
Others (who are ourselves) to rob the house.
How come we've listened to the great criers - Neruda,
Akhmatova, Thoreau, Frederick Douglas - and now
We're silent as sparrows in the little bushes?
Some masters say our life lasts only seven days.
Where are we now in the week? Is it Thursday yet?
Hurry, cry now! Soon Sunday night will come.
I just checked that for typos, there weren't any. I ACTUALLY TYPED THE WHOLE THING FLAWLESSLY. I'm going to go get some apple juice to celebrate.
great stuff kav, you've certainly earned you a big ol' glass o'juice.
and bly is damn right. it is sunday afternoon already...
it's Sunday Evening here.
i had apple juice earlier in the day, too.
strange.
is it just me, or is anyone else starting to fall in love with Ann Coulter and her man throat?
she's captivating. i can't take my eyes off of her.
i want her.
i want to nibble on her clavicle and tickle her adam's apple.
bhbgrgtathbhesshehloldpla...i couldn't even get through all that without shivering...
excuse, please, while i go vomit.
it was a nice effort, jb. indeed, her pointy bones and manneck make even the most jaded of sickos brim with disgusting lust.
erp. blargh. gak.
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