ONT 4-29-15 : Space to Destroy edition [krakatoa]

Look, I know: It's not going to be easy following last nights ONT. That was just a brilliant bit of minimalism -- sort of an avante-'tard blend of Andy Warhol and Steven Wright.

All I have today are cheap insults and a pressing need for a shower that, while you won't be able to actually smell, will probably make its influence known in the lingering miasma that is tonight's ONT.

Maetenlock is still away on some "business" trip.

Which is to say he's up to his tits in cheap European vodka, unearned superior attitudes, burning cars, and gypsy ears.

Which is to further say: Just another Wednesday evening.

No telling how long he'll be gone. I've never trusted the guy's judgement to be honest -- I wouldn't be surprised in the least if he ended up sharing a set of Súrsaðir Hrútspungar with a bunch of degenerate icewops before it's all said and done.

You know what they say: once you go Súrsaðir, you never go... whatever, I'm not even going to try. I'm sure those shivering degenerates lament the lack of rhyming words in their frostbitten whores-tongue far more than I ever will.

Let's get on with it. Ace has started his journey over to the L.I.B. dark side. He's trying hard to find an easy exit, but let's face it: divorce is never pretty, and there's no way the petty little bitches that comprise the entirety of the professional left will do any less than demand far more than we would ever care to accede to in a sane world.

So while I applaud the concept of just being quit of it all, let's not pretend that even if an agreement could be hammered out, it's going to cost us a lot more than we likely can anticipate just yet.

Ah, yes, divorce . . . from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet.~ Robin Williams

And it will still be worth it.

Why you ask?

Because we will have people like Floyd "Box Truck" Briggs.

I'll take ten of him any day over a hundred soft graduates of "higher" education.

Take today for instance. I made the mistake of offering a counterpoint to prevailing opinion on a sports board. Essentially some idiot on the internet said today would be another "4/16" at Virginia Tech, and the board exploded in righteous indignation, saying whoever did that must be found and prosecuted. To which I suggested it should give us all pause that we are to be prosecuted for such pidly things as a likely drunken post by some anonymous troll. Simple public shaming may be vastly preferable.

I was dealt with harshly by the Kommentariat. Most agreed I had broken the board rules by posting objectionable & offensive content notwithstanding the intercession of the board mod explicitly stating it was not offensive or otherwise awry of the board rules.

It shouldn't surprise me, given most the people on that board are either current or recent college grads, and are thoroughly steeped in the culture of waaah.

All of which goes very neatly with this timely ONN bit.

Idle question prompted by the headlines: Why does an artist need a kickstarter campaign to "reproduce" his old art? Don't get me wrong. I love me some old school D&D. But unless this guy is living out of Michael Moore's dumpster (don't fool yourself -- Fatty McQuadJowl doesn't leave any meat on the bones or Cheeto crumbs in the bag) I just have a hard time understanding why he needs a kickstarter campaign for spending time on what most people would call a "hobby".

This ONT brought to you by the tragedy of child actors.

posted by Open Blogger at 10:10 PM

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