Oh fuck off.
And I certainly hope that isn’t too “civil” for our brave fighters on the right. I wouldn’t want to be accused of being one of the pussy pansy weaksister pussies that are handing this country and all of Western Civilization over to the commiepinkofeminazis who want to enslave us all by making women take birth control or putting more non-white people on tv or whatever it is. Sorry, on my
paradisaical holiday from all this shit hiatus I’ve kind of lost track of the latest Plots To Destroy Us All. Just mentally insert your own concern here. I’m sure it’s serious and we’re all going to die.
Anyway, to get back to the current pissing match, the latest thing to set the conservative blogverse on it’s ear can be summed up as “Leave Rush Limbaugh ALONE!!11!! *SOB*!!!” No really, all that’s missing is a video on Youtube of some Proper Housewife crying while clutching her AM radio to her bosom. I have no dog in this hunt, never having been a fan of Limbaugh and hating talk radio of all types with a white hot passion. No seriously, quit your yammering and put some Three Dog Night on. I associate talking on the radio with those deejays that were contractually obligated to break in as the song was ending so that people like me who were trying to record the song on a cassette would have to cut it off early and thus wouldn’t be able to sell our illegally recorded tapes to Chinese pirates. Anyway, not a fan of Limbaugh or talk radio so if a science fiction device destroyed all the talk radio programs in the world I wouldn’t cry. I will say one thing, though: I have worked in offices for years, but not the sort of offices that Kathy Shaidle often complains about — ones full of nicey-nice ladies with pictures of their cats and children cluttering their desks, obsessed with cake and complaining to HR if a man so much as looks at them cross-eyed. In fact, I’d have killed to work in an office like that — at least I’d have gotten cake. No, for the most part in my long, Office Space-like career I’ve worked mostly in male-dominated offices full of telemarketers and mortgage brokers, and I started back when you could still smoke indoors and sexual harassment laws weren’t even a tear in Naomi Wolff’s eye. And I have heard every sexist and racist joke there is. I have paid my dues. I don’t need to relive the early 80s ever again.
There is one thing this all confirms for me: America is by no means a patriarchy. Oh no, it is not. A patriarchy would at least imply adulthood, and as usual there are no grownups to be seen, only sports fan clutching the various souvenirs of their favorite teams. The United States of America is not a patriarchy — it’s a Boy’s Own Clubhouse, full of overgrown adolescents vying among one another for the title of Most Obnoxious. Don’t believe me? Here’s the ideal “Daddy” to an overgrown adolescent: the guy who shoots his daughter’s laptop with real bullets for mouthing off, not even to him, but about him to friends on Facebook. Yes, shooting things is such a level-headed, adult reaction to being dissed. I’m sure if the guy had been black the “conservative” blogosphere would be just as ready to support him… Hey, hey, hey — where are you all going?
Speaking of black people, sorry, but this is not funny. I’m white and I’m sitting here right now not laughing. Here’s a quote:
“Good gracious! anybody hurt?”
“No’m. Killed a nigger.”
“Well, it’s lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt.
Oh wait, that’s not from the blog post. Or is it?
Anyway, moving on. Like all childish cultures, here in the US of A there’s a tendency to form cliques and to suck up to the alpha creatures at the top of the banana pile. I see you sitting back in anticipation of another rant about liberals and their Obama worship. Ha ha ha ha! Suckers. I’m over that. I’m here to tell you about the increasing sycophancy of “conservatives” and “libertarians” towards their own chosen celebs, as can be seen in the rush — he heh — to “protect” Rush Limbaugh from those awful meanie critics. Sadly, this disease is spreading to other parts of the Anglosphere, as is revealed in this disturbing comment from Australian Joanne Nova, who was thrilled that Mark Steyn read her stuff, or as she put it: “Some days I wonder if an audience of 5,000 readers a day matters, but then I find a famous cartoonist, author, or member of parliament who reads the site, and all the work seems worthwhile. I’m reaching the people that matter.” You know, I’m just going to put that down to a poor choice of words, and perhaps cultural differences, otherwise I’d have to think about how am I supposed to find a difference between leftist and rightist thought on who “matters”? Because apparently if you’re not a celebrity you don’t matter. To any one.
Okay, I’m getting kind of tired. So I’ll leave this with a statement that will no doubt get me branded a feminazi liberal pinko commie slut: notice how it’s always the women who get this sort of criticism? Oh okay, non-white males get it too, but let’s face it, they’re honorary women when it comes to who gets to control their own bodily autonomy. I would like someone to email me evidence that a major news outlet or big deal conservative blog has dissed a white man for sleeping with more than one woman out of wedlock. It ties into our politics, and if you don’t believe me just look at the current Republican contenders for the presidency: white males all. They even dredged up Newt Gingrich, like Grendel’s mother from the slimy mere. (His first name is an amphibian and his last name sounds like Gollum’s family name. You know it’s true.) “Bu-but what about Herman Cain?” I hear you ask. Oh, you mean that black guy who dropped out of the race after a bunch of white people lost their shit when they found out he’d flirted with a white woman? (I wondered at the time if these Mighty Whiteys had ever actually met a black man. Black men flirt with all the ladies, because they are confident and it’s fun. Even gay black men flirt with women.) Anyway, yeah. And there’s also no ladies in the running — after Sarah Palin none of our brave warriors of the right would dare have a vagina anywhere near the line of succession. They’re sexist racist pigs but they aren’t stupid.
You notice (with pursed lips of disapproval I am sure) that I’m not saying anything about the Democrats. Why should I? So far they’ve played the right like a violin — they know that the right wing in this country is dominated by white male titty babies. It’s easy to start a tantrum among such: just try to take one, just one, of their toys away. Today’s toy is “women need to know their place.” I did at first think that Sandra Fluke should have responded to Limbaugh’s sub-Beavis-and-Butthead “hurr hurr she takes the Pill she must sleep with a lot of guys” prostitute allusions with “and your point is?”, but now I think she knew exactly what she was doing: getting the right wing to reveal itself once again as a gang of preteen boys who still think that their mom doesn’t know they stash copies of Playboy under their mattresses.
One more thing: only someone who has never seen an episode of Father Knows Best wouldn’t realize the title to that show was meant to be a joke. Because actually Father rarely knew best, and the comic situations were usually made right by the more sensible Mother. Using that series as an example of how we as a country need to go back to the wonderful patriarchal values of the Fifties is typical of a clueless, incurious, spoon-fed, timid, self-regarding, complacent movement.
Anyway, this place has started to feel stale and confining to me. “Spleenville” isn’t me any more, or hardly ever is me. I have other interests that I’d like to be concentrating on, none of which have to do with (ugh) politics. I certainly don’t want this to become my “brand” — I hate the very idea of “branding” anyway. Also, it horrifies me to think I need to be a person that “matters” as opposed to all those other people that “don’t matter” so I’m opting out of that shit. So I think I’ll be shutting this site down after all and moving on. I have a new thing going but it’s not ready yet. I have stories I need to work on and photography and a general desire to be open (I hate that term but I’m rushing here so I’ll use it for want of a better one) to different things. When I get the new site up and running I may post it here or you can just email me via the contact page (see the bottom of this page for the link) and I’ll send you an email — please use your real address thanks.
(Comments are turned off because I’m not really interested in an argument here.)