Friday, March 18, 2011

Let’s play “Spot the Irony”

Something seems amiss in the following statement:

You could get to know the assholes on your side in real fucking life instead of sponging off the civil society we provide for you every single day you draw breath.

Maybe it’s just me. Somehow "We will picket on public property as close to your house as we can every day. We will harrass the ever loving shit out of you all the time. Campus is OCCUPIED. State street is OCCUPIED. The Square is OCCUPIED. Vilas, Schenk's Corners, Atwood, Willy Street – Occupied, Occupied, Occupied, Occupied. Did you really think it was all about the Capitol? Fuck the Capitol, we are the CITY...” doesn’t sound like the words of someone who provides a “civil society”. A seven year old that has just been told they can’t hit the PlayStation until after they’ve eaten their broccoli-yes. An adult-no way. At one point the writer informs Ms. Althouse that “we are young and horny and screw each other incessantly”, which has such a Meghan McCainish ring to it. Why do progressives insist on being so juvenile? Why are they so fearful of maturity?  Such are the eternal questions of life.

Had I read further before I started writing I would realized that the above potty brained writer is one Jim Shankman. Mr. Shankman screeds like a little girl.

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