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[ The following is a comment I recently posted on Daily Kos, in response to a diary which sucked the very meat off the bone of the self-righteous Left. The author, I gather, had dared to offend the Progressive Left's Patron Saint of Revisionist History, Cindy Sheehan, and was torn a multitude of new assholes for her trouble. I felt she (the author) needed to know that she wasn't the only one out here in BlogLand who felt maybe the Fucking Left is as bad as, if not worse than, the Fucking Right. Enjoy! ]
[ UPDATE : Well, well, well... the author of the diary I mention complained that her original diary, the one that started the whole mess, had been mysteriously deleted... one of Daily Kos' supposed great strengths is that you can say whatever you want and regardless of how insulting or stupid it is, it won't be deleted or censored. So guess what? Her followup diary is also gone now, along with my comments below. So much for freedom of expression and the Great Liberal Blogosphere! ]
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I haven't read the aforementioned "diary-that-shall-not-be-named"... I saw the title in the Recommended List, saw Cindy Sheehan's response also listed, and the number of comments in both, and decided they'd probably put me off my dinner (not the diaries, the comments). I'm guessing they had something to do with Native Americans, George Bush, dead soldiers and war and I gather it wasn't exactly flattering to Ms. Sheehan. Oh well, somehow I think she'll survive the assault.
I'm dropping my wee comment in here, though, because I was truly struck by startkravinglunaticradical's tone more than anything (okay, her (?) sheer competence as an author is pretty damned impressive too) and wanted to cheer her (?) on by saying "Whatever the fuck you're talking about, you go, girl! Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!"
Daily Kos is settling very nicely into what I long suspected it would, which is a clearing house for MOR thinking and nambypambyness on a grand scale. All new movements, whether they be in art or music or theatre or the written word, are formed when extreme elements collide; no one knows how it will all end up (which is what's so cool about creativity to begin with) but sure as shit, if the sparks given off are sufficiently bright enough, they'll attract the attention of those who normally can't bear to look directly into the light for too long. Those people will flock to the new source imagining that they're lifting themselves out of the mainstream and (at last!) joining the cutting-edge. But then the painful, sad process of homogenization begins... the majority, needing to keep things calm because that's just how they are, starts sucking the very life out of that which caught their eye in the first place. Eventually things settle down, the radical fringe element storms off in disgust and the mainstream majority circle-jerks itself to sleep.
I had high hopes for DKos, I thought maybe this place would prove the above theorem to be false, but now I think nothing can stop simple human nature from turning everything into pablum. Just seems to be the way things work.
An aside : by the way, I'm part native (...umm, aborigin... aw fuck it, "injun"!) and even though I'm as white bread as the next white guy and my family's past is just a vague story I recall being told as a child, I recently found out that I actually qualify for official "status" up here in Canada. How fucked up is that?! I think I'll just ignore this opportunity to rip-off my ancestors further and leave the resources for those who actually need them.
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[ UPDATE : Well, well, well... the author of the diary I mention complained that her original diary, the one that started the whole mess, had been mysteriously deleted... one of Daily Kos' supposed great strengths is that you can say whatever you want and regardless of how insulting or stupid it is, it won't be deleted or censored. So guess what? Her followup diary is also gone now, along with my comments below. So much for freedom of expression and the Great Liberal Blogosphere! ]
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I haven't read the aforementioned "diary-that-shall-not-be-named"... I saw the title in the Recommended List, saw Cindy Sheehan's response also listed, and the number of comments in both, and decided they'd probably put me off my dinner (not the diaries, the comments). I'm guessing they had something to do with Native Americans, George Bush, dead soldiers and war and I gather it wasn't exactly flattering to Ms. Sheehan. Oh well, somehow I think she'll survive the assault.
I'm dropping my wee comment in here, though, because I was truly struck by startkravinglunaticradical's tone more than anything (okay, her (?) sheer competence as an author is pretty damned impressive too) and wanted to cheer her (?) on by saying "Whatever the fuck you're talking about, you go, girl! Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!"
Daily Kos is settling very nicely into what I long suspected it would, which is a clearing house for MOR thinking and nambypambyness on a grand scale. All new movements, whether they be in art or music or theatre or the written word, are formed when extreme elements collide; no one knows how it will all end up (which is what's so cool about creativity to begin with) but sure as shit, if the sparks given off are sufficiently bright enough, they'll attract the attention of those who normally can't bear to look directly into the light for too long. Those people will flock to the new source imagining that they're lifting themselves out of the mainstream and (at last!) joining the cutting-edge. But then the painful, sad process of homogenization begins... the majority, needing to keep things calm because that's just how they are, starts sucking the very life out of that which caught their eye in the first place. Eventually things settle down, the radical fringe element storms off in disgust and the mainstream majority circle-jerks itself to sleep.
I had high hopes for DKos, I thought maybe this place would prove the above theorem to be false, but now I think nothing can stop simple human nature from turning everything into pablum. Just seems to be the way things work.
An aside : by the way, I'm part native (...umm, aborigin... aw fuck it, "injun"!) and even though I'm as white bread as the next white guy and my family's past is just a vague story I recall being told as a child, I recently found out that I actually qualify for official "status" up here in Canada. How fucked up is that?! I think I'll just ignore this opportunity to rip-off my ancestors further and leave the resources for those who actually need them.
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posted by peeler at 3:25 PM
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