Only eight more days until nominations start for the TOP DUmmies of 2010, and so this ongoing reminder prompting everyone to think about primitive talent; which primitives had it this past year, and which primitives melted down into the unterprimitiven, the faceless lynch mob, the amorphous blob, that is 99% of Skins's island.
Do you ever get tired of the primitives?
I do, mostly because I've seen the real world--lived it, breathed it, touched it, smelled it--outside of this time and place, and trust me, while most Americans have at least some appreciation of the freedoms and luxuries we enjoy, the primitives whining and carping and complaining and grousing and cursing about what they "lack" can really get on one's nerves.
Violently so.
DUmmie Fatigue.
There is one long-time, really popular, member here, a gentleman excelled by no one--whom I noticed a very long time ago visits all forums here on conservativecave excepting the DUmpster.
Curious, I audaciously asked him why, because he is a good poster, a great poster, full of effervescent insight and wit, and I really wanted some of his illumination here in the DUmpster.
It was explained to me that since he has to deal with primitives in real life, he just doesn't care to deal with them on the internet, too.
Okay. Damned good reason, an eminently acceptable reason.
DUmmie Fatigue.
The biggest case of DUmmie Fatigue franksolich ever suffered was in August 2006; the Democrat U.S. Senate primary in Connecticut, featuring the incumbent Joseph Lieberman against some rich trust-fund kiddie related to the House of J.P. Morgan. Even though I'm not a Democrat, and not from Connecticut, and not especially interested in Joseph Lieberman, my stomach churned and boiled and flip-flopped as I watched the primitives vomit out their gall and spite and hate against the incumbent candidate.
Some of the things the primitives said at the time would shame Hell.
This was in August, near the end of summer that year. I was doing nothing in particular, and had a lot of free time. So one afternoon, I said out loud, "**** you, assholes," made arrangements with the neighbor to take care of the cats, and got into the automobile, driving from the roof of Nebraska all the way to the roof of North Dakota, where I spent three days.
I had read some time before that a certain town in North Dakota had the smallest international airport in the United States, and was curious as to what it looked like, and so I went to see it.
I'm sure BadCat here remembers that episode.
Other cases of DUmmie Fatigue haven't been that dramatic.....but close.
I suppose at the moment I'm going through some "low-level" DUmmie Fatigue, but it's not real serious.
You know, if someone ever murdered a primitive in cold blood, I'm sure the defense would like to have franksolich on the jury. I'm not saying I would automatically vote for acquittal, but I am saying I would look at the defendant--the murderer--with rather more sympathetic eyes than what one usually gives a killer.