February 5, 2004
MORONIC MENSES
The Commissar guides us to a Benighted Boreass who has the most blessed of curses: he has been able to channel his rage into more or less one topic: bloggers. Usually Mucous Munchers like this bounce all over the place, so long as they eventually get back to Bush=Hitler. Not our Loathesome Lad.
My favorite part? Our Bellicose Boy rages about how all blogs talk about the same things:
Presidential elections
The economy
Political parties
Blogging
Open source software
Now, say what you will, but most First Worlders, bloggers or not, consider those first three topics pretty damned important. So what does our Fractious Friend spend the rest of his post talking about? Blogging and open source software.
Hey, Jedediah, if you're not part of the problem, you're the whole problem.
Near the end of our Pompous Pal's screed he lets his slip show. While feebly attempting to refute Kate's (quite valid) point that trashing a blogger's website is no different than tearing up books in a public library, he comes unhinged. But I'll let him slaver on about it:
You've just equated the useless babblings of millions of ostentatious retards around the world to a valuable free source of information available to all.
Aha! That's our Crapulent Comrade's real point. He's a Public Library Fetishist, one of the most vile and ignorant examples of the species Homo flaccidus.
"Oh, the Public Library! Where Common Man can slake his thirst for Knowledge freely! The Temple of the Common Weal! The Great Equalizer of Wisdom! The glorious Public Library!" (grimace, ejaculate, repeat)
Let me clue you in, Oh Sagacious One. Public Libraries suck. They're hard to get to (I have to burn a gallon or two of fossilized reptiles just to get to the neighborhood one, 'cause we don't have bus service out here. Buses bring in a very bad element, so we don't allow them), they suck up scarce tax resources, they usually have a fetid miscreant passed out in a pool of his own waste in the bathroom, and Library Sciences majors are alien life forms.
Fuck Public Libaries. You could have built a sprint car track out on highway 13 with gilded shitters for what that Paean to Pre10tiousness cost, and that's before you stocked it with questionable literature. If you want to read a book, go buy the damned thing, you cheap bastard. The only thing a Public Library is good for is looking up old newspaper stories on horrific vivisections of local prostitutes, and scoping out some reference materials on, say, Irish Traveller architecture in piedmont South Carolina. The other 90% is a waste of space, especially those study carrels full of glue-sniffing closet cases.
Oh, by the way. I don't blog about any of the shit you mentioned. Why should I, when it's so much more fun to blog about Egregious Elitists like you? Posted by Velociman at February 5, 2004 5:56 PM