In the past, I have posted about one of my guilty pleasures, namely that of visiting an extreme right-wing message board just to watch the train wreck. This board is about as far right as you can get without becoming a neo-nazi (and I had my doubts about a few of them). They were racist, sexist, homophobic, the whole spiel. They used to talk about how great it would be if they could refight the civil war to kill the liberals and muslims. The owner of the board used to post about how he wanted to see every muslim man, woman, and child dead. He actually used to joke about how he was looking forward to spending the weekend randomnly killing Arabs. :eek: Real classy fuckheads, here.
Except for one moment of weakness, I never posted. I just watched the psychos feed on each other and try to start shit with equally whack-job boards.
Well, I guess the owner of the board threw his last gasket into the farting winds of his own insanity, because he abruptly pitched a fit and said how he was going to close the board. We thought he was kidding, because he used to say this kind of shit once a month, but nope. I surfed to the page today, and while it wasn’t gone, all the forums you could post to discuss stuff were deleted.
I’m of two minds. First of all, I think that maybe it’s a good thing, and now all these guys could go out and stop drinking and maybe get jobs or something so that they could get a little more perspective about how real people actually live on Planet Earth. I can see the board owner actually working alongside Muslims and realizing that there was more to unite us than divide us. I could also see him blowing up a federal building. It could work either way with this clown.
On the other hand, where am I going to get my daily dose of lunatic fringe? Where am I going to go so that I can actually feel superior to someone? Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys. But I look at you guys and I wind up saying to myself “Gosh, I could be so much smarter and more cultured and harder-working. I could actually accomplish stuff!” I’d go to this site and say “Gosh, I guess it doesn’t matter that my biggest feat this weak was not letting the wife catch me once while I ate peanut butter straight from the jar with my fingers.” Y
I’m in serious danger of raising my standards, here. I might have to start surfing over to Phred and his merry band of Topeka fuck-ups to feel great about myself again.
