There’s this right wing message board I lurk at but never ever post to. These guys are beyond Limbaugh, beyond Coulter, beyond Fox News, right into the lunatic fringe. They are about as far as you can go without declaring yourself a neo-nazi (and I have my doubts about one or two of them). We’re talking wishing deaths on every muslim man, woman, and child for 9/11 without the irony. We’re talking advocating a new civil war between the North and the South while calling Lincoln a “douchebag.” We’re talking about how “darkies” in Louisiana brought refugee status upon themselves. The owner of the board actually said this. We’re talking real lost souls here.
I’ve never posted to this board. I felt that no good could come of it, and it’s wrong to stir up hornets’ nests, and nothing’s going to help these people anyway. I lurk because watching genuinely disturbed people interests me for some reason. Also because when I’m feeling down about myself, a half hour on this board is enough to convince me that I’m at least somewhat worthy. Why screw that up and get banned or worse? So I’ve never posted.
Until tonight.
Tonight, the owner is going off about how illegal aliens should be shot on sight and how all cops are assholes for not doing so. I have relatives who are cops, and I must have been in some sort of weird mood, because the next thing I know, I’ve engaged him in a debate, and suddenly, I’ve posted exactly what I think about him and his silly, fucked-up message board. I’m not going to reiterate it here, because it’s better suited to the pit, but suffice to say, I didn’t offer to buy girlscout cookies from him.
So I’m just sitting here thinking about how this is not the first board I’ve ever done this in, and how one of these days some real crank is going to track me down over the net and cancel my check. It occured to me to go ahead and share this with people I actually like and respect–even though I get exasperated sometimes–and ask for things that you do that are potentially very, very bad for your health.
Oh, I overeat, too. So pissing off right wingnuts and Weimar Republicans and overeating. If anything’s going to kill me in the next couple of years, that’ll probably be it.
No, I’m not going to give out the name of the board, so don’t even ask. I don’t want to start a board war, and these scummy little cretin brains are so not worth it.