I started reading blogs via Salon during the very start of the Dean campaign, which makes me like grandma over here in the rocking chair bitching about these kids today and why they need to take pictures with their phones. I was jacked into the Matrix during the worst of the Bush administration’s offenses and fuckups, and the monstrousness of what was done and written during Katrina has never left me. I’ve got a pretty long history of exposure to right-wing bullshit. Usually, I just shrug it off: Eh, it’s those fuckers, who cares.
But every once in a while, something they say manages to bust through the thick skin I’ve developed and hit muscle and bone:
As the writer says: “The very least damaging outcome as bad as it is, is that we are stuck with a wide open gusher blowing out 150,000 barrels a day of raw oil or more.”
In slightly different words: The best we can hope for is that the thing just goes on gushing through the bore hole indefinitely. (Or until we can drill enough relief wells to reduce the pressure. Don’t hold your breath.)
I’m as horrified as anyone by this — if the guy has got it right, and I’ve understood him correctly. At the same time, as a constitutional pessimist, I’ll own to a certain grim satisfaction. The infantile optimism of post-JFK America may have met its match down there in the Gulf. Nature is not mocked.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? I mean it, what is that, you fucking moral dyslexic? You’re basically cheering on the possible implosion of an entire ocean because it will remedy “infantile optimism” of “post-JFK America?” What the fuck does that even mean? I just … I’m … What in the blue hell has to happen inside your brain that makes writing that okay?
What kind of insulated, sheltered, non-reality reality do you have to be swimming around in that you can sit there and say that the killing of an ENTIRE OCEAN and the destruction of an ENTIRE THIRD OF THE DAMN COUNTRY’S ECONOMY would be okay because hey, then everybody will realize that Nixon was right and fuck Cambodia anyway and hippies smell?
You know, I was born in that post-JFK America, and optimism is something I’ve not seen. Is he basically saying that this will show all those Obama voters who were happy in Grant Park for five minutes? Is this anger at politically engaged, happy 20-somethings?
Thinking that it is grimly satisfying that the OCEAN FLOOR MIGHT EXPLODE so that people’s FEELINGS might change and they might become angry little Republican monsters, and this is a thing we say out loud.
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Dang, woman, you made me violate my “no clicky on Corner” rule, because I just had to know who said it. I figured it was Doughbob “Tell the New Orleanians to grow gills” Loadpants, so imagine my surprise that it’s the Derb.
I get it now though – if things are truly horrendous then Derb might be able to score with the 14 year old set.
They enjoy seeing other people suffer, as long as it isn’t them of course. It’s their reason for living, the milk for their Cornflakes, the soul sickness that makes them what they are: republicans.
Derbyshire – he’s the kind of person that gives paedophilia a bad name.
“However, none of this means we should stop offshore drilling. In fact, we should expand it, in shallow and deep water. Because nature is not mocked, but fuck it anyway.”
“infantile optimism of post-JFK America”? Mmmm, okay. That Nixon and Ford and Jimmy “Mr. Malaise” Carter were all paragons of infantile optimism, fer sure. Hell, who was more infantile than Ronny “Morning in America” Reagan?
I guess he means stuff like civil rights and a social safety net and health care and diplomacy and such. Truly, these ideas are the products of infantile minds.
Check out the title for this wretched bile secretion: “No, we can’t.” So yeah, he is saying ‘this will show all those Obama voters who were happy in Grant Park for five minutes.’
That’s gotta be from John Derbyshire, right? Our Meggs and Meghan “Cocks” Gurdon have both referred to him as “The Derb.” They think he’s a genius over at the NRO, rather than vicious kween Wm. F. Buckley’s pallid, paedophilic epigone. He’s a shit pig, actually.
Not to mention this person has been waiting for the comeuppance of post-JFK America for over forty years. Shouldn’t this be the comeuppance of something a little closer to the time period? Say, Dubya deregulation?
Yeah, it’s the biggest environmental disaster ever and that sucks and all, but, hahahahahahhahaha! U guyz r teh funny wif yur hopey-changey crap! Suck mah balls!
There. Shorter shorter for you.
John Derbyshire. Enough said. He’s what Hitchens will be in another five years of steady drinking.
Off topic, but I’m missing the doggies. Anyone else?
That’s not to say that I am greatfull for Susan from Texas and such. Also. Wolverines!
I thought ‘optimism’ was trademarked by St. Ray Gun. So, are we allowed to mock the saint now?
Yippee!
btw: ‘Nature is not mocked’? But aren’t these the Ayn Rand assholes who quote Hank Rearden and Ellis Wyatt all the time?
So, is Derb now attacking Ayn Fucking Rand?
Pass the popcorn, please.
What a shriveled little black, burnt, hard kernel of something he must have for a soul.
Hell, yeah, destroy the planet if it makes those liberals cry! They deserve it because, uh, well, they’re not me.
How much better would the world be without people like John Derbyshire in it? Infinitely.
Calling Derbyshire a chickenhawk is too tame. This loathsome turd of a man mocks people when they don’t risk their lives for his sense of manhood, even though (in some cases) he admits he himself wouldn’t take those risks.
April 3, 2007 – British sailors captured:
April 17, 2007 – One day after the Virginia Tech shooting:
Sorry, long comment – but the man is twit, a gutless turd, and not just a monster – like most movement conservatives, he’s proud of it.
True. When I read “infantile optimism” I thought of Reagan and his City on a Hill bullshit.
Isn’t getting satisfaction, grim or not, from a disaster pretty infantile?
Mourning in America.
Well, you have to admit that putting programs into operation to protect the oldest, the weakest, and the frailest among us is pretty much what babies do. Except for the part where they don’t know that there’s much of a world beyond their warm home and the family car. Other than that, though, the analogy is dead on: caring equals undeveloped. Apathy toward those worse off equals sophistication. And outright hostility to everyone, well, that’s superiority.