The title is, if I remember correctly, the opening line of what is likely one of the three best science fiction novels ever penned, Bester's The Stars, My Destination. I remember it because, in my mind, it is inextricably connected to the strongest expressions of annoyance.
I think I've finally discovered something that can reliably torque me off.
Believe it or not, I don't always get torqued off when somebody preaches socialism.
I don't always get torqued off when someone cuts me off in traffic.
I don't always get torqued off when someone is rude to me as an individual.
Actually, generally speaking, I'm a pretty patient guy!
But there's this thing...
...this
one thing...
...that...
...just...
...just...
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH....When somebody starts talking absolute twaddle about the Tenth Amendment and its interpretation!
Great googly moogly, they did it
again! Talked about "Tenthers" and their "incorrect" understanding of the Tenth Amendment and the rest of the Constitution! Talked about "Tenthers" like they are idiots!
Every time they do that...
...EVERY stinkin' time......it's all I can do to keep from erupting at my monitor:
"ROT IT, IT'S THE SAME DADGUM POSITION THAT JEFFERSON AND HIS PARTY HELD! FOR DECADES! ARE YOU ROTTING ILLITERATE? OR IS IT THAT YOU JUST DON'T CARE TO READ THE LITERATURE? OR ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO MISLEAD THE GULLIBLE?"But I don't do that. Instead, I write posts like
this one. Who knows, maybe they'll read it some day.
But I ain't holdin' my breath.
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