Originally posted by Ubermonkeys5. Remind me of when exactly it became remotely acceptable to base an argument on someone's appearance. Posting a picture of a guy and saying that one would be bitter if they looked like him or saying "big, fat" as arguments against the guy in a list of insults to where they come before "untalented" and "unintelligent"- that all works for you? Point out that he's fat!
Well, Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot, after all.
(Not that big, fat people have a monopoly on idiocy. Ann Coulter proves that one can be neither big nor fat and still be incoherent.)
"When I feel depressed, I sit under a willow tree by a cool river, and imagine that I am strangling a duck." -- Kotaro Sarai
"There's a much longer discussion to be had about this, but I'm going to duck the issue, so I can explain why a white boy like myself didn't write about race: You can't. You couldn't then. You can't now. Don't touch it. Run. Hide. Smile and say you love everybody equally, and don't make any jokes as you back out of the room.
"Race and humor only work in a comedy club with exclusively black comedians. That's it. There isn't a shade of a chance for anything resembling a real discussion about race occurring publicly in this country for another... well, ever. Tirades, yes."
See what happens when a non-black tries to joke about race outside of a comedy club? The angry mob with torches and pitchforks appear en masse. And the tirades start, beginning with the guy who wrote the initial editorial.
What's really happening here: a guy who has made a career out of giving the finger to the Man said something that could be construed as controversial, and now the Man's minions are flinging all the dirt they can.
I hate the army and I hate the RAF I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat. I hate the civil service rules And I won't open a letter bomb for you. ------------------------------------------------ Joe Strummer Lives!
Now, I've never been to this forum, and I'm not so politically inclined, but I've been to Belgium, and they stink. A few years ago, a friend and I ended a week of week in Prague and Amsterdam by flying out of Brussels.