Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Sewage Nation
I've been reading bits and pieces of The Savage Nation over the last few days and I've got to say I'm disappointed. Savage's ever so witty terminology like Red-Diaper-Doper-Babies and Old York Times are kind of funny....for me to poop on. Seriously, if there wasn't enough photographic evidence to the contrary, I would have thought Savage was the latest offering from Mike Judge. "I am assholio! I need some TP for my borders. Are you threatening me?" Instead he's about as animated as pavement. I can forgive you for being a right-wing troglodyte, but there's no excuse for being boring. Take this passage.
"You can have sex in public. You can masturbate in public. You can cross dress in public. You can rub up against a sheep in public. But you can't pray in public. Prayer is disgusting! How dare you exhibit such blatant disregard for Karl Marx."
Savage comes off like someone's senile old grandfather, mumbling about the good old days while trying to keep his dentures from falling out. "Why back in my day, you couldn't masturbate in public! If you wanted to play the hand fiddle you had to walk ten miles, uphill, in the snow, with a monkey stapled to your forehead. That's how we did it and we liked it that way."
Please. When was the last time you saw someone masturbating in public, well someone that wasn't a cop anyway. And if rubbing up against sheep was illegal, no pedestrians would be allowed to walk downtown.
Give me Ann Coulter over Savage, Hannity, Limbaugh and all the rest, anorexia and all. Granted she comes off as genuinely psychotic, but at least she's interesting in a slasher flick kind of way, which is a lot more than I can for the rest of the right wing bunch.
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