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Last night, in a supermarket, I laid eyes upon a truly hideous site: an obviously inbred moran proudly wearing a shirt that proclaimed, in front:
George W. Bush is my President
The back read something like the following manifesto:
Defense of liberty does not come cheap. If you won't fight for your country, then leave it.
And, below that garbage:
Kill:
Osama Bin Laden Saddam Hussein Kim Jong Il
This big, brave defender of liberty may or may not have put his money where his mouth is, but I have to say that I didn't detect any postural evidence of military background...hardly foolproof, but ex-military often carry themselves somehow differently. So he was probablyu yet another far-right chickenhawk -- quel surpris.
This scrawny Adam's-apple on a stick, complete with curly mullet, was literally swaggering as if his moronic shirt bestowed on him some kind of smirkpower. Sicker yet -- I mean, apart from his barbie-wannabe girlfriend -- was that I heard one customer comment positively on the shirt and receive the requisite positive grunts and bleats in return.
I can't believe that anyone could be so stupid that they'd live by the words on that stupid shirt. But I know that plenty do, and that in people like that are sown the seeds for the ultimate collapse of the American empire.
Ignorance, when it's wilfull, makes me mad. The shirt and this waddling f***wit's projection of "I'm a doofus and proud of it, and you're unAmerican" attitude made me most definitely mad. I tend to be fairly tightly reined-in most of the time, but it'd have taken just a smidgin of lip from him to get me pulverizing his gormless face. I wanted to thrash him, and everyone like him. America, and the world, would be better off without these people. Good people die every day, yet these wastes of DNA survive. I hate them. Maybe at least as much as they hate us, because my hatred for them is not solely a response to blindly embodying the megalomanacal rants of some media demagogue.
May he get what he deserves, and may it hurt.
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