I don’t recall any similar occurrence in the past. Time was BG was just here to tell us what Michael Lind thought about whatever we were discussing, but I don’t remember any other bad habits.
I guess I must be thinking of somebody else. I have this vague recollection of a couple of instances of extremely cringey rape/Hitler/dead baby types of jokes totally out of nowhere.
As much as I’d love to pile on I read it as simple sarcasm. Not worth pitting over, in my opinion.
A quick survey of the eight or so times he’s been Pitted looked like they were mostly for being monumentally inane, so this comment would seem to be an outlier (among reasons to pit BrainGlutton, that is, not among his normal posting practice).
I have the same vague recollection. My memory is not reliable, though.
It wasn’t that, so much as the kitten-fur coat she had made from the pelts.
That was Leona Helmsley. Easy mistake to make.
I thought she made her coats out of “the little people”?
People that paid taxes. Not midgets. Though maybe she did have a special coat made out of midgets that paid taxes.
Was that the one she had lined with puppy skin? Didn’t everyone think that actually was a good thing? I mean she did prove that dogs and cats can go well with each other.
Mr. BG, I know sarcasm. Sarcasm is a friend of mine. And that sir, was not sarcasm.
And if it was not meant to be sarcasm, you can perform a self-emasulation with a chainsaw for all that I’m concerned.
The line quoted in the op was shocking, violent, and sick. I’m assuming that it was an attempt at humor. Which puts me in the unenviable position of the defense of it, for if it is not defended, I fear the suppression of dead baby humor next. And as anyone knows, dead babies can’t take things off the shelf.
Even if it was sarcasm, this is the WRONG place for that kind of humor.
That’s akin to going to a Lilith Fair festival wearing a shirt that says “Where’s my Dinner Bitch?”
Okay, now THATS funny.
Does that sound like a useful kitchen product to anyone else?
Like “I used to own a DinnerBitch® but I lost it in a fire. Mixed, mashed and kept everything nice and hot. I really miss that DinnerBitch[SIZE=4]®…”
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Very little, if any, interaction with real, live women.
Are you implying that he’s interacting with the dead?
Only for the past year or so.
I support this pitting. Consider it an intervention. BG: I assume the posts you occasionally make that are grossly offensive are suppose to be humorous. They fail. FYI. Gross out humor can work, but I haven’t seen you pull it off.
Humor is hard.
Don’t put words in his mouth.
They could be fictional live women.
Raped to death on live national television: never, under any circumstances, humorous.
And, no, this isn’t a challenge.
What would Michael Lind do?