Everyday, I'm bombarded with stupidity, and I just can't address it all as completely as it so richly deserves. Some recent examples:
1) Cigarette smoking may inhibit Parkinson's. First it was weight loss, now we have another benefit of lung cancer…
2) It's possible that we may finally be making some progress in Iraq, so now both sides want to cut and run.
3) A study suggests humor comprehension decreases with age. That may be true. I mean, I certainly don't see anything funny in the current clump of comedian hacks – Silverman, Gaffington et al, and I think that demands a study to determine if the younger you are, the more likely you'll laugh at things that aren't funny. I mean, you could probably kill the dog and get a baby to bust a gut at that, right?
Anyway, there's so much of this out there that I tend to dismiss the stupidity I encounter right here. But each new month brings another moron…
Which brings me to Marmalade who's been menacing me with his witless repartee of late. It seems I offended him with a reference to Muslims when I was merely trying to compliment Malaysia as being rather unique in its position in the Muslim milieu because it employs an intricate and time consuming device in settling Islamic religious disputes – the civil court system, rather than relying on facile and simple beheadings and stonings that are so common elsewhere in the Wonderful World of Islam.
And speaking of simple, Ole Mar finds some irony in this. Now I could be coy, but I know that he, like every single other liberal idiot on the planet, thinks it's ironic that I see Muslims as violent when it's really that Americans admire them because we're itching to blow ourselves up, slice off parts of people, and take no prisoners in imposing freedom on the world.
To that end, he probably hasn't even heard about those Christian doctors who tried and failed to detonate an explosives-packed Mercedes in London and destroy a good portion of the Glasgow airport because reports of those incidents were drowned out by the Islamophobic hysteria surrounding their Muslim counterparts having committed a copycat crime at the same exact moment.
I keep forgetting that it's feelings, not facts, that matter to the likes English dogs and madmen, because if you feel something strongly enough, it's either real, or you can make it so, and neither sleet nor hail nor weapons of mass destruction in the hands of Muslim fanatics can stop Shangri-la from happening.