Thursday, May 08, 2008
Outrage, and the selectivity thereof.
Apparently, the Canadian wank-o-sphere is up in arms over a bit of snark directed at the PMO's director of communications and contemptuous shrew Sandra Buckler by On The Hill's Elizabeth Thompson.
These appalled residents of Lower Wankerville would, of course, be the same folks who were monumentally uninterested in one Brenda Martin, whose two-year incarceration in a Mexican prison was marked by failing health and increasingly suicidal tendencies.
Ah, the joy of compartmentalization.
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the twinkies are up in arms over "communicatrix"? i do declare they must be feeling faint, what with the very small amounts of oxygen that manage to find a way to their tiny brains. i rather imagine buckler would be proud to be recognized for "message discipline" it is the hallmark of her work with big steve. must be dreadful to spend one's life as a bt, crippled by a lack of humour shambling about the world being offended and demonstrating the wrath of the prig.
I really think that the main problem of the outrageoutrageoutrage is summed up 'en toto' by the witty little quip on the linked main page, about no matter how many times she tries prairie oysters, they're no substitute for real oysters.
Of the many layers of wrongness there are in that, the one I find most striking, is that, despite having allegedly been transplanted to the high plains for some time now, she missed the barn on the ironic, deprecating, and poking-fun-at-mores humour involved in naming that particular beef organ meat; a form of wit that used to be highly prized in western circles - just ask Will Rogers.
I dunno, it just sums up the rest of it for me.
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