I do not want a clear plastic water bottle waved in my face, ever. I particularly don’t want it waved in my face when the bottle contains floating fragments of human feces. Yes, I realize that Clinton and Bush have destroyed the Iraqi waterworks. No, I do not want to be your dramatic foil as you deliver your unfunny sales pitch (“Would you like to try some Iraqi water? Perhaps a taste test, Iraqi water versus your Calistoga? This Iraqi water is nice stuff- it contains cholera, dysentery…”) I don’t know what Chickesque fantasy you expected to play out with me as your instrument. Were you expecting me to give some dramatic demonstration of how middle Americans act when confronted with the harsh realities of life? A demonstration, perhaps, of how anyone who bathes and has no piercings is completely unaware of the horrible fact that Clinton and company are war criminals, hypocritically safe in their quotidian illusions? I don’t know. I do know, however, that you did not expect several minutes of the unblinking, unwavering glare of my silent wrath, because by the end of those minutes your spiel had degenerated into stammering apologies.
If you are really sorry, I suggest you flush your public health hazard and quit waving feces in people’s faces. I also suggest you reflect on the similarities between yourself and the various species of fundie missionary.
If they do it again, say that you would like to try some Iraqui water. Then take it and dump it on they guy, then make some comment about him having needed a shower.
I wouldn’t do it, but it would make a good show for the onlookers.
It’s knuckleheads like that what give leftists a bad name.
Ben, I promise never to wave a fex cocktail in your face if we start discussing Iraq. Some of us do know how to try to make a point without alienating others in the discussion.
“Moechte Ich habe der Deutschscheisswasser, mein Herr?”
I like andros’ idea- all we need now is to incorporate lab animals. Have you ever noticed that animal rights activists always decorate their offices with big posters of monkeys with wires in their heads? I mean, the head of Amnesty International doesn’t have pictures of people being tortured on his walls. For that matter, I don’t decorate my desk with pictures of cancerous tumors. What’s up with that?
