Posted 4 months ago on March 26, 2014, 8:16 p.m. EST by ZenDog
from South Burlington, VT
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So I was in a plumbing supply house today. Not that I'm a plumber but you know, I was, I was in a plumbing supply house today. The water line came apart in the basement last night and so, you know, there was a mess to clean up and parts to get and so there I was, in the plumbing supply house.
They have a tv - next to the counter - in the plumbing supply house. It's a big screen tv.
Does that strike anyone as odd?
It was tuned to FUX Snuz. Seriously. I kid you not.
The guy that was waiting on me went off to do some research and left me there at the counter, all by myself - right beside that big ass tv . . . tuned to FUX Snuz . . .
You just know I couldn't resist, right? There were a couple of other people there, one of them another employee of the plumbing supply house, counter help, haha. Eeyeah.
You know they've done a study I piped up good and loud, they have, they've done a couple of them, that indicate that people who watch FUX Snuz are dumber than the rest of America.
I did. I said that. And heres a link to a recent study. Looks like that article appeared in January this year.
Anyway that's just the way I am. I'm trying to do business with these people and there is that tv and I just cannot help myself. The guy at the counter got all up tight, and he started sputtering about President Obama attempting to take over the internet and shit . . . I mean, I thought it was companies like Comcast that were trying to take over the internet but I dunno, maybe I haven't been paying attention. I was tempted to see if I couldn't get him twisted even harder, maybe make his squealin' just a little more shrill - but honestly I didn't have any notes in front of me and that tv was quite a surprise - and it never dawned on me to just tell him about global warming - how it's right out in the parking lot and the repelican party is DONE . . .
But honestly, I do differentiate between those who are the traffickers and those who are the consumers of LIES . . . I do think it is an important distinction. The guy at the counter is no different from most folks really - and most folks would not deliberately consume an inferior product, not knowing full well the breadth and the depth of the inferiority. Not without a well thought out set of reasons for doing so.
But the owner of the company . . . now that may be a whole other matter.
Anywayz . . . I didn't know if it would be instructive to any of you folks to discover that in many ways the way I act on line is not much different from the way I am in person. I am an obnoxious prick . . . and that is without even tryin'.
There is a thread running around here, Some Current Thoughts of Solution and it seems the author isn't sure if the thread should read ZenDogs Current Thoughts of Solution or not. For a while it did and I'm sure some of you saw it. It doesn't now and it doesn't matter, really.
But what does matter, or so it seems to me, is that I posted the following:
I posted them in that order and then shit just seemed to fall apart. Never mind the particulars. Just know it's been one thing after another, non stop, all day long.
And so I thought, you know, just for the sake of clarity, I might provide a little insight. Yes, the water pump needs an o ring. Without it I won't get a shower. And if I catch the muther fuker droppin o rings in the frozen back yard I will most likely killem. Unless of course they own the property, in which case they can drop all the o rings they like - but they will get a grilling over the matter of who it was that put them up to it - not that they would really know of course.
So much for o ring droppin' mutherfukers . . .
AS for the clown in the parking lot this morning - I wasn't sure if or what . . . but you know - his shoes didn't match his coat and after having been spanked as hard as I have been in the past nothing looks the same and so you know . . . I just couldn't help myself. I really shouldn't have really. The way he was looking around the parking lot - it could have been genuine paranoia, he might not have been acting - but I just couldn't help it. I had to tell him. I said: I really shouldn't mention it, but those shoes really don't go with that coat. I don't know if he caught the sarcasm or not - certainly he did not get the rage, that I hid very carefully. Very deliberately. And I kept walking as he responded. I really didn't want to hear whatever explanation he might offer - and he might in fact not have been an actor, which is precisely why I shouldn't behave that way.
AS I said, I really just couldn't help myself.
And as for that entire series of shit just going wrong - well. Sometimes that happens. Sometimes it's engineered. Either way, I'll say it again. Just to be clear - I don't want anyone to think I regret having said it.
History demonstrates, from the Great Famine in Ireland c. 1845, to the Dust Bowl and the Great Depression, to today's conservative resentment over FDR policy and repelican brinkmanship over the economy regardless of consequence during the entirety of President Obama's tenure. Conservatives are insane.
We need a study, one that should not take too long to get at the facts - regarding the full breadth and depth of damage done to this nation by men like the Koch brothers and their allies like Rove, Norquist, and all the rest of them. I don't mean the politicians themselves, but rather their strategists and their think tanks and their money men. The politicians are no more than duly appointed faces fronting for particular, conservative, interests. At what cost must be the question.
Once the evidence has been assembled, and it will show that I am absolutely correct in assessment, conservatives are insane and content to destroy the whole nation if need be to satiate their mad whims . . . once the evidence is assembled a strategy may be devised, one based on the imperative of national interest.
At that point, if conservatives will not relinquish power, then I say . . .
- . . . lets just killem all . . .