October 1st, 2006

wombat

Now is the time on Sprockets when we do memeage.

Gacked from thaadd:
If you're on my friends list, or you're one of my anonymous regulars.
I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends!
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wombat

Well, that went well. No, really!

It didn't start well. Any day that starts with only six hours of sleep because somebody else has to go to work early is officially teh suck. I compounded that by staying up and playing Civicrack for a couple of hours, but a substantial breakfast and a big cup of Guatemala balanced that out, and I even managed to rewrite my apazine so that I wound up with four pages.

Much driving around ensued. P wanted to do stuff at the apartment after showering, but I drew the line - I had a 2 PM collation to be hosting, and no delays would be tolerated. Between the Kinko's run, refueling, lunch on the run, and swinging back by the apartment for a clipboard & tape (which wound up not being used) and dropping off P's apartment keys, I barely made it back to Arcana and the collation by 2 PM. I did, though, and things went pretty smoothly. There was a good turnout - pretty much all the in-town members except for Marjorie, IIRC. materia_indigo and Rick both took spec copies, so we may even have some new blood for the next issue. Yay!
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And I'll be back at it this afternoon after showering & dressing. TTFN.
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Dubious achievements

I expect to disagree with my friends about politics. We're not all robots built in the same factory, after all, and we all bring different experiences to the table when we make our decisions about who to vote for when the elections roll around. So for the most part I don't get bent out of shape when people on my f-list express an opinion that I don't like. I'll take the time to engage with them and see if we can come to some meeting of the minds, or at least figure out how they got to the point of view they're at. One of my liberal friends, I suspect, keeps me on her f-list for that very purpose. However, there are some things I'm not willing to put up with. One of them is deliberate personal insult regarding my faith, my family, or my politics; the other is deliberate and studied ignorance masquerading as informed political criticism.

Which is how we get to this post, written by someone no longer on my f-list. I won't bore the lot of you by demolishing this essay point by point, because he lost me at the point where he said "Bush=Hitler". By extension, this means "wombat_socho=Nazi", and as a Catholic of Jewish descent, I'm not going to put up with that. I'm also not going to bother trying to educate brithistorian on the history of the Third Reich and why it's an inappropriate comparison to, well, pretty much any point in American history*. These things are widely known to any half-competent historian (or any j-random history student with an Internet connection and the wit to use Google or the Wikipedia) and at my age I'm not willing to waste the time on pretentious little snots who think they can begin an essay on contemporary American politics with the statement "OMG my opponents are Nazis!!!11!!oneoneone!!!" and still expect to be taken seriously.

No, in cases like this, what is called for is a swat on the nose with a newspaper and the rubbing of the writer's nose in their own urine, because that is what one does with untrained puppies who make a mess on the floor. Since this isn't my dog, though, I'm just going to kick the little mutt out of my yard and lock the gate. It's somebody else's problem.

*Some people claim you can make a case for the Roosevelt Administration (FDR, not TR) but I'm not one of them.