Bulled By the Gore [Sep 24, 2002]

Al Gore's comments on President Bush's Iraq policy are so beneath contempt that I can barely muster the energy to write 1,000 furious words about them. But I can ask Mr. Gore this: Do you negotiate with monsters? Do you invite a pedophile over to have a beer and watch the game? Is there no level to which you won't stoop for personal and political gain?

There is no room for dissent in our society, particularly not from a one-time loser like Al Gore. I can just see the smug looks on the faces of the San Francisco politburo in that room where he gave his so-called speech. God, I can't restrain myself. Excuse me while I howl.

Al Gore! You sonofabitch! How dare you? How dare you? Why don't you move to Germany? You'd fit right in.

Why not just argue for freeing Danielle Van Dam's murderer while you're at it? Or for legalizing slavery? Oh, don't put anything past Al Gore. The man is sinister, I tell you. He hates liberty, he hates freedom, and he hates America. As does the New York Times' Paul Krugman. White Man's Burden indeed, Paul. Perhaps you should in fact heed the words of Rudyard Kipling, a far superior writer, before you, like all your trapped-in-the-muzzy-60s cohorts, start decrying the evils of colonialism. I believe the poem goes, "And so we fought on fields of wheat/Our hair was short/Our beards were neat/Defending grateful brown-skinned friends/Sahib, our means must meet our ends/We are your humble servants."

He wouldn't have written that if it weren't true.

Meanwhile, The Times has discovered, two years after everyone else, that blogs exist. Funny how this article doesn't mention that the Times has completely ignored my blog since it first went live nearly one month ago. Our so-called defenders of the First Amendment are never first, and rarely amend.

It's a beautiful day here at the beach house. I think I'll go outside, lay in the hammock, and read Michael Weisblottom's excellent, clear-minded 400-page analysis of our current war, "Why Terrorism Threatens Everything Good And Beautiful You Love: Inside the CIA." Then I will masturbate, and fall asleep.