Now, both of my readers may note that: 1) the number “37” appears to be randomly assigned, and 2) “incoherent” would appear to be redundant. But let me explain.
Many, many years ago I injured my back. It got better. Until 3 a.m. this morning. Since then, I have been a walking question mark, except when I’m laying on the X-ray table or floor trying to find a flat surface from which I might just have a chance to get up again. It’s both humiliating and humorous to hobble through an enormous American hospital holding onto the walls. Normally, I stride rapidly from room to room, down tunnels and hallways. Today, I limp—when I’m lucky.
There’s a couple of things about severe low back pain. First, it almost always gets better all by itself. Second, it makes me really short-tempered. If I were to take a little bit of cyclobenzaprine, I’d be even crankier, so I’ve eschewed that particular muscle relaxant in favor of other pharmaceuticals.
I’ve been listening to a bunch of right-wing wackaloons lately, and their stultifying dishonesty makes my skin itch. They bitch and moan about how Obama stole the election by coercing votes from the downtrodden, by enrolling the illiterate, and by some other ill-defined shenanigans. They conveniently forget that Bush won his first election by fiat, and the second by borderline voter fraud. The fact that turnout was the highest in recent history and the margin was sound seems to be lost on them. Sore. Fucking. Losers. (Damned medication again).
But worst than the right-wing wackaloonery of the conservatiariat is the re-emergence of the (so-called) intellectual libertarians. These folks are very well-read when it comes to their favorite political philosophers, and like to go on about Spooner this, Bakunin that, Rand the other…it’s really quite erudite—AND FUCKING IRRELEVANT TO REAL LIFE! Some of these folks are textual originalists, believing that any law passed after the consitutional convention is unconstitutional, or that the Constitution itself is a tyrannical document. Lovely. Fucking anarchist pigs.
It reminds me of my late nights in Ann Arbor discussing post-modernist and critical/Marxist interpretations of, well everything. It was fascinating, but had nothing to do with the real world.
In the real world, we have a Constitutional government, which is made up of millions of citizens who disagree about all sorts of things, but who live by the law and the founding documents. Many of these citizens are struggling, looking for work, homes, food, jobs. When another libertarian crawls out from some survivalist cave and denounces government involvement in anything, they reveal how little they are able to empathize with real people, people who live among other people, who are stuck with the world (approximately) as it is, and not as some Randian “paradise”.
Hey, reading Heinlein was fun…IN 7TH GRADE! In the real world, citizenship isn’t contingent on “service” or even literacy. Individuals are citizens because the Constitution designates them as such, and no one can take that away.
OK, look, I know this is an uncharacteristically frank rant, but dammit, my back is killing me and I’m cranky, and feeling less than tolerant of intellectual game-players who are busy publicly masturbating while America burns.
Here’s my invitation for you: join the real world, with real people in it, or shut the fuck up.
(yeah, i’ll regret this when the pain and medication wears off…so the fuck what!)