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Those frolicking fundies at the stupid site have taken to disassembling (yes, unlike THEIR President, I actually know how to use the correct word in the correct context) some of my posts. They apparently had a lot of fun with my "It's On" post. Ah, what fun-loving fuckheads they are. Sharp as Q-tips, swift as anvils.
I actually get a chuckle out of them mocking my literary pretensions. I really don't care what they think of my fiction, though I find it endearing they loathe my rants the way they do. If I can piss off a freeper, my day has been fruitful.
And commenting on my working at Target is even funnier. It may escape the grasp of their tiny little minds, but my issue with corporations is the influence they have on the government, not that they exist in the first place. Their dim little minds would never be able to grasp the fact that Target is an employer that embraces diversity and that their narrow-minded bigotry would make them stick out like the sore thumbs they are.
You gotta wonder about folks that frequent a site that exists for the sole purpose of observing US.
A couple of years ago I was contacted by a lurker from that place who wanted me to come over their to debate. I declined the invitation. I've "debated" their kind before... I can think of several more productive uses of my time. Such as bouncing my head off a brick wall because it feels so good when I stop. Like shaving a cat. Like waterboarding myself.
Eh, you get the point.
These are the people who, until recently, didn't grasp the fact that I wasn't a "sci-fi" author.
Could you imagine having so little of value in your own life that you'd be willing to spend hours lurking in THEIR domain and posting your opinions of what they say? On a regular basis?
Are we SURE they don't all reside in their mothers' basements?
You know what? Forget I asked. I don't want to know.
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