Every Time I Hear Or See The Phrase…
… “The Left”, I shudder. It automatically denotes poor craft from the writer, proving with two words that this person can’t tackle an issue with alacrity, wit and aplomb. They only know the boogie man.
I’m as left as you can get when it comes to social freedoms. You want to rape an endangered moose covered in cheez whiz? Fine, as long as you own the moose, just keep it down so you don’t disturb me while I sleep. On the other hand, my liberal-minded leanings are all based on libertarian principles. Don’t disturb me with your fetish. Keep it inside, behind doors, under a tarp, whatever. There’s a responsibility to the community in which you live, and that responsibility is basically “be nice.” I know, simplistic, but that’s what it boils down to. Don’t throw your trash in the street, don’t blast your stereo so everyone can hear your favorite samba/techno/grunge songs, be respectful, be courteous, be… nice.
So, sloppy writing and perverse animal sex… you never knew they were connected, did you… eh? (and that’s a Northeast “eh” not a Canadian “ey”, you idiot)
Most people are a mix of left and right ideals; I’m no different, and I want to see some real thought put into a piece by people who write political stuff. Every time you write “Right” or “Left” in your piece instead of saying specifically what you’re trying to express, consider yourself a dumbfuck and punch yourself in the taint. Can’t reach? I’m betting someone will gladly help. Nobody likes a hack writer, and the general populace loves to give hacks a swift kick to the taint.
Now screw, I’ve got reading to do.
