Thursday, October 09, 2008

Freeze-Dried Fascist

Barry Crimmins brightens my day with his evisceration of Mooselini. Not only does he dispose of her attempt to conflate foreign imperialism with domestic freedom, but he even treats her passive-aggressive, hypocritical Christian (hypochristian?) rhetoric with the open contempt it deserves! I love this man.

The whole idea that the last half-century of American military adventures have had the slightest fucking thing to do with your right to free speech is a myth that is long overdue for the rubbish heap. Unfortunately, I hear the same sort of thing from liberals as well, desperate to avoid being suspected of insufficient genuflection before The Troops

The rights that our friends on the political right are so fond of praising rhetorically (while eliminating in actual practice) were obtained through legislation and the courts, often after decades-long movements of social activism, not won on a battlefield. And last I checked, the people most interested in taking those rights away weren't swarthy foreigners, but the very same homegrown reactionaries who think the best way to show your love of freedom is to voluntarily hand it all over to a Dear Leader for safekeeping. But hey, we can still buy shitty Chinese fireworks every July!

(Another classic post on this topic from Dennis Perrin.)


  1. I've always hated how Southern women could say the most mean-spirited, awful things, sometimes RIGHT IN THE PRESENCE of a person or their relative, and then, somehow, make it okay by saying "Bless His/Her/Your Heart." Populace beware, the old Southern adage, "you can catch/kill a lot more flies with honey than with vinegar" is in play here. Passive aggressive indeed. Of course, that is the traditional, and only role a Republican female can take.

  2. OK -- so I checked out the link to the Perilous Times book -- looks VERY interesting.

    All I know is, what an amazing name: Vallandingham

    That's a pseudonym waiting to happen. vall-an-ding-ham

  3. Goodness gracious, my dear! Such slander against Gawd's Own Party and Southern belles! I do declare, I must retire to the faintin' couch before I am overcome by the vapors! Bless your heart, child, what would possess you to utter such calumnies?