Paul Myers has a wonderful post about his experience, as a Philadelphia native, eating a cheesesteak sandwich in Minnesota. It contains this paragraph:
You know, I don't think evil is loud or vicious or fiery or alarming. True evil is bland. It's tedium and boredom and mindrotting monotony. It's the sanctimonious certainty that something is good because it offends the smallest number of people. It's insipid. It sneaks in and tries to make you settle for the lowest common denominator, and strives to just generally lower your standards for everything. This sandwich was evil. Cthulhu-level evil.
One of the great things about blogs is that at least once a day I read something that makes me think, "Damn, I wish I'd written that."
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make Evil a dull monkey.
So one of my blog siblings and fellow evil genius, Janet, poses a simple question; what are you going to do with you
Maybe it's my imagination, but the great desecration in cracker-gate died down more quickly than I would have imagined.
Very evil in fact. See below.
Via Afarensis.