Man, this is what I get for traveling for a couple of days and not reading blogs. I finally caught up last night, and saw that I had missed Sadly, No and Whiskey Fire had linked to Big Hollywood reaching for new levels of douchebaggery—-past whining that they’re millionaires that are oppressed at cocktail parties and past perhaps even whining that they let girls invade sci-fi TV show (leaving them only with Grand Theft Auto to prove their manhood to themselves, though no one else), and onto levels of self-delusion such as believing that you turned purple last night but no one else can see it. Oh yes, Doug TenNapel is pulling the classic right wing insecurity thing—-knowing that the left has all the cool clothes, good music, and best heroes, they try to come in and claim that stuff was actually all theirs all along, unaware that there’s nothing sadder than a Republican weenie claiming he’s got a great sex life or that MLK would have voted for McCain.
Republican is the New Punk
BWAH HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHBWAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH *hits floor* GASP GASP BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAH *wipes tears from eyes, stands up to write more*
D. Aristophanes explains that this is about exploiting the ambiguity of the phrase “punk rock”, a term that TenNapel avoids defining because any reasonable definition would kill his thesis that “Republican is the New Punk”—-
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA OH SHIT I CAN’T BREATHE GASP BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH *crawls to the bathroom, slipping on a puddle of tears* BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH RETCH SPLASH *leans on toilet, still giggling* ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha