On BloggingCalGal -- Sunday, January 11, 2004 -- 08:10:55 PM
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The day after the election, a guy who blogs for houston metblogs sent me an email and said that he borrowed one of my graphics (I'd made it from a Daily Show clip) and had linked back to my blog in his post, and told me to "enjoy the extra traffic".
Today, I checked my stats report, and found that out of 16k+ requests this month, 6 of them came from the metblogs link.
But you can ask Milky what she was wearing when the email was sent.
I already know that. But, you know, I'm much too much of a gentleman to discuss such things in public.
I'll tell ya though, she shore knows how to show off them giganto feet of hers. . . . .
The tug of war thread goes to TPW, and I don't see any debate on the Bitch thread.
Oh, I see it now.
I can't believe that asshole contacted his dissertation adviser.
Bitch banned me from her site, too. For nothing more than disagreeing with her.
Unreal. Thanks for bringing this up--I hadn't heard of it!
How disgusting. Obviously, Bitch can't think:
Let's see. I know I've analyzed this kind of behavior before. What could it be? Where could it be?
Oh, yeah! Limbic dominated thinking. That's it. For these people, everything revolves around primitive considerations, territoriality, herding, fear, agression, rage, in-group/out-group identification, etc.
Hate-filled bitch and asshole Hettle are preoccupied with in-group integrity, so they posture like animals for other in-groupers and punish outsiders, people like Diegnan, "the enemy." They strut, preen, squawk, and expand their scaly, reddened throat pouches, while making fearsome gutteral noises. Just like hissing lizards claiming a spot on the sunny rocks.
But wait! I forgot. They're the anointed. Just ask them. In their self-enlightment, anything is fair game. There is nothing wrong with brazen lying, revising history, or massaging fact. They don't even feel bad about it. Because in their hog-wallow of subjectivity, these nursery swine have decided reality is what they say it is.
If you look at bitch and Asshole, each of their criticisms about the engineer are utterly self-referential. For example, to paraphrase, "He doesn't really want to discuss the matter; he just wants to insult, yadayadayada." No, YOU don't want to discuss the issues. That's why you deleted his posts, you stupid Bitch.
They're completely unaware of all this reality shuck and jive, as the perception filtering takes place mostly sub-consciously. And when you hold up an undistorted mirror like this to them, they'll look at themselves for a nanosecond and then forget all about it, filter it, block it out too. I wonder what it's like to be a slave to an older part of the human brain. It must be like living life permanently as a child with all the uncontrolled emotional extremes and a child's immature, overblown self-importence.
Excellent blog entry by Lileks:
My dad walked through this room on the way to war; he walked through it on the way back. And now I stood in the middle, swinging his granddaughter around at the end of a year whose very name would have sounded like a pulp-fiction invention. 2005. He would have walked out that door I thought when I first went in the hall; he must have been with a pal, because someone took a picture of him, and got it to him later. The photo sat in a drawer in the living room, and I knew it by heart before I knew where it was taken. As a kid I thought it was Fargo; I thought any city picture was Fargo. Now I can fix the details in the background – the globe lights by the Federal Building, the Ritz-Minnesota hotel two blocks down. But I might have missed even that if he hadn’t told me he shipped out from this station – and as usual, it was one of those things Greatest Generation Dads mention only in passing. We were standing on an island in the middle of the Mississippi on my wedding day, and there was smoke rising from the area of the depot. I said I hoped it wasn’t the train station. He said that was the station where he’d changed trains en route to basic training. Later, when I saw the photo again, I knew what it meant.
Lileks can write, but he'd be an even better writer with a good editor.