Do Not Get Out Of The Boat
Daily Kos has recently posted what may be the most eyeball-melting, brain corroding wingnut rap ever. I’m not going to embed it here. It’s that bad. Don’t go watch it if you value any illusions you may yet possess about the possibility of the advance of civilization. Any action you take from here — on you, my brothers and sisters.
The barbarians over at the GOS even had the sadist’s delight in getting this up at 6 p.m. Eastern time — dinner, or, for me and my family, the start of the new year observances that focus on the contemplation of the twelve months just past.
Talk about harshing one’s mellow. Seriously, that’s a vid that could curdle any supply of milk within parsecs.
All of which leads to the question: what is it about wingnuttery that yields such dire, humorless, dispiriting simulacrums of art. Hell — not even art, but entertainment? Even the merest of pleasures?
We did not deserve this.
Image: Adriaen Pietersz van de Venne, Altogether Too Stupid, (a peasant woman gets her wits sharpened on the knife-grinder’s whetstone as other are drawn in by the miracle cure), before 1662. I know I’ve used this one before — but damn, it’s on point.