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Tuesday, June 22, 2004

A time to relax to some of our old favorites... 

Sometime during the last six months I came across this essay, "The Pussification of the American Male," by some crazy South African cum American nut named Kim du Toit. Although I rarely read half-literate right-wing ravings, for the same reason I don't read shrill leftist garbage, or stab myself in the leg with a toothpick,* I came across Mr. du Toit's blog by accident today and I thought I'd share another fabulous (in the sense of such startling inanity as to make me giggle with fear) post on why he will not tolerate dissent on his blog.

Shorter du Toit: we have all the right answers already, so don't comment unless you agree.

And then I saw the comments. Wow. The ability, in seeming earnestness, to casually discuss using nuclear weapons on "ragheads." I'm speechless.

*Although I have on strong authority that watching someone else stab himself is high-class hilarity.

-Ziggy Stardust  20:40 EST | |

About us:

This weblog is an ongoing, if periodic, effort by several friends to stay in touch, in reading material, and in ideas.

Lucky Luciano is a former Italian Stallion real estate hustler and Benedict Arnold CEO turned shady lawyer-to-be. He lives in Denver.

Ben is a Paramedic and would-be philantropist who lives in Denver. He knows everything about nothing.

Fuzzy Dunlop lives in Manhattan. He is more than capable of standing up to the stresses of a high crime urban environment.

Jess is a teacher. But have YOU given her an apple? No, you haven't. You should be ashamed of yourself. This crazy feminist currently rests her copy of Awakening in Jersey City.

Matt is a pariah, iconoclast, and professor of gambling living in Oakland.

Miguel Sanchez is not Lionel Hutz.

Daddy Brooklyn lives in Brooklyn. He hates Republicans, though he wouldn't mind being ensconced in the landed elite of New York City.

Paul just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette.

Ziggy Stardust has no past.

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