No Happiness-Dispensing Ponies, Either
Posted by Hazel Stone | Filed under Buttinskis
pan·der (pndr)intr.v. pan·dered, pan·der·ing, pan·ders
1. To act as a go-between or liaison in sexual intrigues; function as a procurer.
2. To cater to the lower tastes and desires of others or exploit their weaknesses.
I’d like to submit a third definition: to write a blatantly fellating piece about a political candidate, loosely disguised as social commentary, while simultaneously managing to promote your own whingy-liberal agenda.
So, it’s like sex with a skanky hooker, and masturbating at the same time. Win!
Ms. Mary Mitchell is guilty of option #3 in Sunday’s Chicago Sun-Times, with the implication that the NIU shooter was, like so many of Obama’s faithful, guilty mainly of a loss of hope:
According to university officials, Kazmierczak’s behavior while a student at NIU raised no “red flags,” and he was “revered” by faculty and other students.
Yet something drove this seemingly normal graduate student to drive three hours on Valentine’s Day to carry out a deadly plan that he obviously thought out in advance.
Yes, Mary, he was a bug-eyed crazy person. And frankly, I don’t appreciate you impugning the relative hopeful- or hopeless-ness of bug-eyed crazy people. It’s demeaning to them, and we should be abjectly respectful of their right to be both bug-eyed, crazy, and as full or empty of hope as they want to be. *sniff*
The man went off his meds. End of story. There is nothing socially meaningful about someone suffering from depression, being bipolar, etc. etc. etc. Bad chemicals have been a factor in human existence since the dawn of time, and no amount of happy-happy-joy-joy feelings from others can change that. The sooner bleeding-heart nancypants face the fact that there are culls in the human race, just as in any other species of mammal, the more pragmatically we can deal with them, whether it’s a bullet to the brain (as folks like the NIU shooter rate), or confinement in a nice soft room.
One experience-lacking socialist-wannabe with a skillful speechwriter isn’t going to single-handedly dispense rainbow-spewing hope nuggets, no matter how hard you clutch at your Polly Pockets pillow, squinch your eyes shut and wish for it.
I see I’ve been posting a number of anti-Obama pieces lately… I don’t want you to think I actually LIKE Hillsy, it’s just that the messiah-ization of Obama irritates me on a cellular level. And his worshipers do make it so very easy.
Tags: bad chemicals, creating news where there is none, print media is obsolete
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