That’s as crazy as your racist friend, The Shrieking Harpy . And here’s conclusive proof that Pere Ubu does not suck. The band that is but the commenter is cool too.

Yes, if they’re funny, no if they’re not. You may be acquainted with jokes and their utility. I recommend a trip to the library to research the arcane and exotic lore of humour.

Also, realize I was defending a friend, and am not someone who fits into some category ideologically that you seem to think I do.

Righteous–upon discovery, do such blogs deserve anything more than disdain and mockery? It’s not like I want to keep coming back here, other than this charming thread.

Leonard’s view of “What Chucky Martel Would Do”:
Probably say something like “Aieeee! Giant metal bug!”, or stare blankly at a Coca-Cola billboard, or cry when someone made fun of how his father was named “Pippin the Middle”, or something. Maybe get a Bacon Ultimate Cheeseburger, I dunno.

I love the phrase “AIEEE! Giant metal BUG!” I just don’t use it often enough in daily life.

Actually, except in cases like Patlas, we spend our time mocking the idiots who WRITE the blogs. In some cases, it’s true, the blogs themselves are worthy of our most insipid mockery, but most of the time it’s the idiocy and brutally awful writing.

mikey

Then there’s even a post claiming that actual soldiers should be trusted with the War on Terror, not “hereditary families” whose members went to “Yale”. This is a joke, right?

Why yes. There are even some people who have nothing better to do than complain about blogs mocking other blogs. Now those folks are pathetic.

Jack Vance is merely one of my favorite writers, and while I have no idea of Mr. Vance’s politics (neither do I particularly care) it irks the living FUCK out of me that some wanker’s using the name “Baron Boddissey” for his moronic Islamophobic dribblings, a name he appropriated from Vance’s “Demon Princes” books.

I have no idea if it means something to the lil’ tyke or he just thought it sounded WaY KeWL. It’s a semantic bamboo shoot under my fingernails, is all.

(And don’t get me started on Heinlein… I’m reading/slogging through “Moon Is A Harsh Mistress” at the moment, and I think I’ll have to elaborate on my feelings about it elsewhere. Suffice to say I have the feeling Heinlein is, how you say, overrated as a wordsmith.)

Phil Farmer could bring it too.

Damn you! We’re boosting her pagetraffic and AdSense $$. It’s like giving a $100 instead of a quarter to the melon-schnozzed bum panhandling outside the 7-11. You know that she’s just going to blow the AdSense money on Grey Goose and Red Bull, and the taurine+alcohol+esterase inhibitors and the fistful of Goofballs, Red Birds, Black Beauties, Dexies and the squid paralyser she injected into her tear duct are going to send her babbling and tugging on her lower jaw, while grinding her hips against the couch in a frankly disgusting manner… back on the farm, critters that acted like her were quickly shot. We didn’t even feed them to the mink. And the mink were bastards. Vicious little pricks ate anything.

But OH, am I glad I was not drinking my soda when I saw that graphic up there with the dancing jihadi. THAT’S soda-out-the-nose funny.

Now see there? Like that? That’s fucking PROFOUND, man…..

mikey

Wanting to blow your brains out with an AK then display your body in the city square to server as a warning to others isn’t really “fear”.

I’m just sayin’…

There should be some racists/bigots dictionary and maps. My old school buddy, A Pakistani got a letter emailed to him, with “Go Back to India”, with a picture of a Native American.