Losing My Religion
And you know it has nothing to do with religion, doncha?
I'm just so fucking fed up with left-this and right-that and "lieberal" bullshit and "whinge-nut" sewage and all the stupid, feeble, uneducated, childish, moronic, unoriginal, unimaginative, me-tooisms in the blogging world that I'm very tempted to hang it all up and go do something useful. Like digging a moat around my house and stocking it with great white sharks, then inviting stupid people over for dinner.
It makes me furious that people who didn't know Chuck Cadman are making authoritative personal pronouncements about him, based on excerpts from a book that they haven't yet read because it hasn't yet been released!
And it makes me furious that some bloggers who are content to have their own real names out in public make it their special mission in life to reveal the names of other bloggers who prefer to remain anonymous simply because the anonymous bloggers piss them off about something totally fucking inconsequential!
[Note to Mike Brock: So the guy insulted you. Big deal. Your answer to this is to go get your big sister and have her reveal things about him that he preferred to keep to himself? You couldn't just use that space between your ears for something other than a political echo chamber, and fire back an insult of your own? You couldn't think of a better insult than his? You had to try and affect his livelihood, maybe ruin his entire life, just to score a blogging point with your political hive? And you snicker at his level of maturity? You are a pathetic little shadow, you know that?] (H/T to JJ for this one)
And on the speculation that Harper didn't know the details...of course he bloody knew the details! He couldn't not know the details! It woulda driven him crazy not to know! He's a control freak and a micro-manager from hell! Is there anyone in this country who doesn't know that? Oh, there are people who will deny it, but they know it's true.
When the words "insurance policy" were first used in connection with the attempt to bribe Chuck (who was, if anyone is interested, my MP) for his vote, I thought it was a misprint or a misquote. I didn't think that you could get insurance for a man who was already dying. That turned out to be a false assumption on my part, as I found out when I asked some questions.
And just how can anyone get an insurance policy from a reputable company for a man who is terminally ill (it, um, takes a stretch of the imagination to link the word "reputable" with any insurance company, but try...you can do it...)? Very simply, you pay more in premiums than the policy is worth. Go ask any life insurance agent (and not all companies will do this).
And why would someone be willing to do that? Well, current politics aside -- an insurance policy can't be taxed or attached by creditors; it's outside the usual inheritance laws. When an insurance policy is paid out, the entire amount goes to the beneficiary, and it cannot be touched by anyone else. It's the only way to guarantee that a specific amount will be used for a specific purpose.
It's also a great way to launder money.
Everybody followin' me on this?
Now...if I do invite someone over for dinner, any suggestions on what wine to serve?
I'm just so fucking fed up with left-this and right-that and "lieberal" bullshit and "whinge-nut" sewage and all the stupid, feeble, uneducated, childish, moronic, unoriginal, unimaginative, me-tooisms in the blogging world that I'm very tempted to hang it all up and go do something useful. Like digging a moat around my house and stocking it with great white sharks, then inviting stupid people over for dinner.
It makes me furious that people who didn't know Chuck Cadman are making authoritative personal pronouncements about him, based on excerpts from a book that they haven't yet read because it hasn't yet been released!
And it makes me furious that some bloggers who are content to have their own real names out in public make it their special mission in life to reveal the names of other bloggers who prefer to remain anonymous simply because the anonymous bloggers piss them off about something totally fucking inconsequential!
[Note to Mike Brock: So the guy insulted you. Big deal. Your answer to this is to go get your big sister and have her reveal things about him that he preferred to keep to himself? You couldn't just use that space between your ears for something other than a political echo chamber, and fire back an insult of your own? You couldn't think of a better insult than his? You had to try and affect his livelihood, maybe ruin his entire life, just to score a blogging point with your political hive? And you snicker at his level of maturity? You are a pathetic little shadow, you know that?] (H/T to JJ for this one)
And on the speculation that Harper didn't know the details...of course he bloody knew the details! He couldn't not know the details! It woulda driven him crazy not to know! He's a control freak and a micro-manager from hell! Is there anyone in this country who doesn't know that? Oh, there are people who will deny it, but they know it's true.
When the words "insurance policy" were first used in connection with the attempt to bribe Chuck (who was, if anyone is interested, my MP) for his vote, I thought it was a misprint or a misquote. I didn't think that you could get insurance for a man who was already dying. That turned out to be a false assumption on my part, as I found out when I asked some questions.
And just how can anyone get an insurance policy from a reputable company for a man who is terminally ill (it, um, takes a stretch of the imagination to link the word "reputable" with any insurance company, but try...you can do it...)? Very simply, you pay more in premiums than the policy is worth. Go ask any life insurance agent (and not all companies will do this).
And why would someone be willing to do that? Well, current politics aside -- an insurance policy can't be taxed or attached by creditors; it's outside the usual inheritance laws. When an insurance policy is paid out, the entire amount goes to the beneficiary, and it cannot be touched by anyone else. It's the only way to guarantee that a specific amount will be used for a specific purpose.
It's also a great way to launder money.
Everybody followin' me on this?
Now...if I do invite someone over for dinner, any suggestions on what wine to serve?
posted by Chimera at 10:51 AM
3 Comments:
Hmm. Well, since it's shark, something white, obviously. Nothing like a great white to accompany a Great White.
And may I suggest "Once bitten, twice shy" for ambiance in the background...
Sharks drink white wine because they're white? They wouldn't drink red wine for color contrast? Well, you're the diver, balb, and I figure you oughta know more about sharks than me, so okay...
Tim, I take it that's a piece of music? I was thinking more along the line of the soundtrack from Jaws.
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