Rage, Little Nothings

Today I am once again savoring the satisfaction of knowing I did the right thing when I quit writing about politics. Politics attracts a lot of small, obnoxious, controlling people who have no understanding of maturity, grace, or professionalism, and this morning I received a reminder of that little truth. I don't want to go into specifics. I'm just very glad I've alienated so many petty bitches and sons of bitches, because regardless of what they may do to me to exact their insignificant and ludicrous revenge, it will not be one tenth as painful or degrading as the embarrassment of being their friends. Not that they HAVE friends, as the word is usually defined. "Hosts" would be a more fitting term. The way tapeworms have hosts.

Unlike the doofuses I'm referring to, I have the guts to write about this. That isn't much; it's about like being brave enough to sleep without a night light. But it sets me apart from the silly people I'm talking about. I may not be a "team player" or a "stand-up guy," but at least I'm not a coward who targets people via email and phone calls. In fact, I don't target people at all; I've never unnecessarily done anything to harm ANYONE'S career, regardless of what they've done to me. I'm an adult; adults don't act like that. Adults don't, but bloggers often do.

Little untalented people always resent their betters, now don't they? I can actually write a little bit, but none of the people I'm talking about will ever create anything worthwhile or memorable, because they don't have the tools. I guess that's why treachery and buttsnorkeling come so naturally to them; they have no other marketable skills.

I should never have allowed myself to be sucked into the poo-flinging political playground in the first place. There is something seductive about labeling an entire class of people "enemy" and getting up every day and writing unnecessarily cruel and cheap jokes about them, and in the political Blogosphere, that's what gets you read. Keep that up long enough, and you end up keeping company with the sad likes of Pamela Oshry or, far worse, Amanda Marcotte. You turn into a ruthless True Believer worthy of PETA or the Westboro Baptist Church or the Church of Scientology; everything you do to make your adversaries suffer is justified. In fact, if you miss a chance to make them suffer, you're shirking your duty. And in addition to losing sight of compassion, humility, maturity, and proportion, you lose the right to think. The moment you step outside the lemming throng and mention the cliffs ahead, you find yourself persecuted for telling the truth. It used to be that leftists crucified their dissenters, while conservatives tolerated theirs fairly well. These days in the Blogosphere, if a conservative opens his trap, he risks being fitted for cement pajamas.

The whole notion of policing and punishing bloggers makes me puke. The soulless termites who pursue these little private pogroms are too dumb to understand what it's like to create. Therefore, they don't understand why their insistence on conformity is galling to people who actually think for themselves. I didn't come here to lick ass and linkwhore and beg, like a lot of worthless people I could name. I came here to be myself. To express something unique. How am I supposed to do that if, every time I get ready to write, I have to consider a list of simpletons I don't want to offend?

I know I'm crazy, but it seems to me that if you disagree with someone, you don't blackball them or try to get them fired. You respond in kind. If you believe in freedom of expression, the way a good conservative should, you respond to speech after it occurs; you don't abort it in the womb. That's how I see it. But then I have balls and these characters don't.

Look, don't help me. Keep your fool's gold and shove it up your ass. I'm still going to say what I think. You're only making me worse. And with whatever power I might manage to achieve, I plan to help all the people you hate.

I'll add one more thing. Virtually all bloggers are microbes. Even the ones who've gotten a little taste of power. You people are nothing; remember that. You can't do much to hurt people who have talent; sooner or later, they will rise to the top. And while they may not be petty and vengeful when they get there, they will remember the people who mistreated them on the way up. And they won't break their backs to help them.

And when I say that, I'm not primarily referring to myself.