It’s clear that our current methods are not enough. They only produce hordes of angry internet people, of which I am a part. This, our current mode of living, is not what victory feels like. We shouldn’t be slinking about in the shadows, they should. I’d happily trade places. No matter how many “angry” people there are right now, without results to show, it accounts for nothing. To produce a different type of activist, we need a different method.
Hipster Racist is trying some interesting things at his site. Apparently women are very interested in sex – who would have thought? If writing erotica and BDSM gets women into….
Girl X writes:
I bet you get a ton of readers. If you can follow the direction of my thoughts you get brownie points. How many from the old days are even around any more? I think Lady Raine hung up her machine gun. As for commenting on your blog, I lack capacity. But can I link it on mine?
Of course you can, but, I’ll make you pay in Sweet Delights – later. Besides, I give out brownie points.
I’m harsh, but I’m a good host. Harshness is for dim commenters on other sites/forums/blogs (christ, I hate that word) who make me wade through their Sea of Shit Backslappin’ Comments such as (in best Krusty the Klown voice):
(yeah, man! youdaman brao!! yuk-yuk-yuk!!!)
…to get to four decent comments.
Anymore, you are truly lucky to find a single …
Long ago, in
pacified placid Country Postponia, the Wise Elders & Scribes gathered in Wimpington Circle to mourn the Fall of Derbyshire – a civic fixture once lauded, but now lamented.
Long did Derbyshire’s influence stride across the country like a Colossus; For you see, Derbyshire’s school of education was long considered the finest for each neophyte herald to attain by scribbling away in the e-darkness to re-post, expound upon and expand upon yet again, until the glittering wheel, reinvented now so many times, just looked, well – fantastic.
The Fall, was itself, a stinging defeat: That it came at the hands of tiny, barbarian mercenaries bought by the Royal Court of L’eftism made the impotent howls to the status quo that much more L’miserable. Cries of “l’infame!” and “mea culpa” (sprinkled in amongst the usual majority of “boycott!” and “That’s Outrageous!”) shrieked out and lent an air of educated sophistication the online scribes surely felt obliged to once again copy. Derbyshire as Gulliver – sacked by the Lilliputians. A plea was made to find Jonathan Swift, so he could save Derbyshire, but he already wrote the…