The McCarthyism Thread

We've all felt an ill wind blowing, chilling political dissent. We've all had our run-ins with McCarthyite Mind Police. Monty From Heliopause was brave enough to offer his tale of oppression:

This one time? I went to BK to get BK Big Fin, but when I got it it was cold. Not tepid or not-hot; cold. So I give it back to the zit-farm behind the counter and say, "Hey, nuke this for thirty seconds of so, wouldja? And gimme so more tartar sauce." So this kid cops an attitude, like, "Hey, it's not my mission in life to make sure your BK Big Fin is hot, dude; I'm dealing with issues! Plus that tartar sauce ain't free, you know -- if I give you extra, I gotta give everybody extra, and the fat chick who thinks she's my boss will be super-double-extra bitchy with me at end-of-shift."

So I go, I go, "So how come that guy ahead of me got extra tartar sauce with his sandwich then? What's he, like a relative or something?"

So the upshot is, I had to eat a cold BK Big Fin with inadequate tartar sauce because Senator Joe McCarthy has rotted everyone's brains with his "Commie under every bed" rhetoric. (I bet it was a goddam commie plot to make sure that no one ever gets enough tartar sauce with their fish sandwich, either -- that's just the kind of torture those fuckers specialized in.)

If you want to offer your own tales of repression, here's your chance.

Let the man know we're not going to tolerate jackboots pressing on our throats, unless it's done in a sexy, hot kind of way. But I think that's obvious.

posted by Ace at 04:23 PM

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