"...I’ve been getting a new wave of emails from the rightwing crap farms — emails offering coronavirus defenses and cures."
As I've said now ad nauseam, I'm an Old Testament -- maybe Lewis Carroll, now that I think about it -- guy. Bad acts deserve punishment, not forgiveness and enabling more; let's the punishment fit the crime. What th…
"...I’ve been getting a new wave of emails from the rightwing crap farms — emails offering coronavirus defenses and cures."
As I've said now ad nauseam, I'm an Old Testament -- maybe Lewis Carroll, now that I think about it -- guy. Bad acts deserve punishment, not forgiveness and enabling more; let's the punishment fit the crime. What the GOP base has done for decades in electing patently unfit assholes, well, it's a capital crime in my book. If deaths of despair, drug addiction, etc., isn't enough, sure let them get Covid-19 (even if not a fatal case, the after effects are permanent; gonna be hard for survivors to smoke their crystal meth and crack) or, more appropriate, take Dr. Trump's cure and drink some poison.
So what's the problem here for Roy other than a toxic mailbox? I mean, as always, fuck their feelings. And given the harm they've done the nation and, indeed, the world, fuck their feelings. Indeed, fuck them.
Manqueman, this is a serious comment which I am going to follow with a silly one, which is that sometimes when I think about God and punishment, I can't help thinking about that movie "Dogma", in which rogue angel Ben Affleck does all sorts of despicable violent murderous things, until finally God (in the form of Alannis Morrisette) arrives at the scene of Ben's carnage (btw she was delayed by an unfortunate skee-ball incident).
She steps up to him and gazes into his eyes directly and lovingly. His face reflects his sudden complete understanding of his sin and then, his grief. She smiles at him, then opens Her mouth (the Angel Rufus has warned the humans present to cover their ears) and roars something divine and unintelligible (to us) and he says "Thank you" and then Her voice just blows his head right off his body.
You know? I probably shouldn't even hit "POST", but I often think of that loving look followed by the inevitable annihilation, and I think, oh yeah, righteous.
"...I’ve been getting a new wave of emails from the rightwing crap farms — emails offering coronavirus defenses and cures."
As I've said now ad nauseam, I'm an Old Testament -- maybe Lewis Carroll, now that I think about it -- guy. Bad acts deserve punishment, not forgiveness and enabling more; let's the punishment fit the crime. What the GOP base has done for decades in electing patently unfit assholes, well, it's a capital crime in my book. If deaths of despair, drug addiction, etc., isn't enough, sure let them get Covid-19 (even if not a fatal case, the after effects are permanent; gonna be hard for survivors to smoke their crystal meth and crack) or, more appropriate, take Dr. Trump's cure and drink some poison.
So what's the problem here for Roy other than a toxic mailbox? I mean, as always, fuck their feelings. And given the harm they've done the nation and, indeed, the world, fuck their feelings. Indeed, fuck them.
Manqueman, this is a serious comment which I am going to follow with a silly one, which is that sometimes when I think about God and punishment, I can't help thinking about that movie "Dogma", in which rogue angel Ben Affleck does all sorts of despicable violent murderous things, until finally God (in the form of Alannis Morrisette) arrives at the scene of Ben's carnage (btw she was delayed by an unfortunate skee-ball incident).
She steps up to him and gazes into his eyes directly and lovingly. His face reflects his sudden complete understanding of his sin and then, his grief. She smiles at him, then opens Her mouth (the Angel Rufus has warned the humans present to cover their ears) and roars something divine and unintelligible (to us) and he says "Thank you" and then Her voice just blows his head right off his body.
You know? I probably shouldn't even hit "POST", but I often think of that loving look followed by the inevitable annihilation, and I think, oh yeah, righteous.