Please, Send Me Hate Mail

Welp, I’ve been feeling disheartened lately. Kind of an ennui brought about by yet more rejections and some legit thought about this whole teaching abroad thing. (Which is completely different from how I decided to earn my M.A., which was more along the lines of “Hey, that’d be cool, I’ll go… there!”)

But anyway, this isn’t about my feelings, because feelings are scary and terrifying and require one to look seriously at one’s self in order to determine something, anything about one’s self. And I don’t like doing that, because that’s how literary stories are born, and I find those to be detestable and boring by virtue of their navel-gazing and lack of spaceships.

If it doesn't involve at least one X-Wing, I'm not that interested.

And I was thinking earlier, as I am sometimes wont to do, that it’s been a while since I’ve had a good blood-boiling rage-fest. Or, at the very least, had a blood-boiling rage fest directed at me. This got me thinking about my brief stint at The Daily Beacon, where I was so damn enthused to receive hate mail about all of my wholly irrelevant columns–which I might post up here one day, because hey, why not?

So, please, send me hate mail. I’ll go ahead and tell you my beliefs to make it easier for you.

Also, e-mails, please. (AaronCSimon[at]Gmail[dot]com) I forget about comments on here, and if it goes down on facebook, I’ll just try to troll you.

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6 Gotcha Questions

In case you’ve been completely caught up in Anthony Weiner’s debacle, you might not have been paying attention to Sarah Palin’s latest evidence of a martyr complex.

She’s been rolling around in a bus and learning “history.” I put history in quotes because I’m not sure she realizes what history is, since it has to do with a lot of facts. (Also, I should have put learning in quotes, because I’m not entirely certain that she knows how to learn.)

If you heard Palin’s account and no one else’s, then her blinking, gaping rant about how Paul Revere was riding around the colonies to tell people that the British weren’t going to take our arms.

See, the British wanted this to be us.

Aside from the fact that Revere’s ride was a) warning people about the impending march of the British Army and b) largely beefed up and lied about by Washington Irving, this whole situation is worrying because Palin seems to think that the reporter was an agent of the sinister Shout-Out Gotcha Question Media.

After spending a lot of time losing enough IQ points to understand what she was talking about with her gibberish, I understood that she seemed to believe that reporters were coming out of the woodwork to catch her unprepared and make her seem stupid.

Okay, fair enough. But:

  1. She was asked the question while in a huddled mass of admirers and reporters. It’s highly unlikely that she didn’t think there would be questions. Although, this is Palin, so she might have thought all of the questions would have been “Why are you so damn good at what you do?” or “Why do people make a big deal of the fact that you didn’t finish one term as governor?”
  2. It wasn’t a “gotcha” (in human-speak, this translates to “difficult to answer”) question. The reporter asked her what she’d seen that day. That’s it. It’s like asking a child what they did at school. She could have said “I saw trees” and it would have been a correct answer. Instead, she tried to buddy up to her already-sycophantic Tea Party base with an incomprehensible answer to an easy, simple question.

So, Sarah, I’m going to help you out. I’m going to try and tell you what situations would qualify as “gotcha” situations and questions, because you seem to have severe difficulties in understanding the term you made up for yourself.

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On Disassociation

There was a bit of controversy in my field of vision this weekend. No, it wasn’t my nemesis disparaging a group of people after being told that a term he used was a horrible slur. The controversy cropped up on Doug TenNapel’s online comic, Ratfist. I’d say exactly what went down, but according to my Twitter feed, that’s already been covered in multiple locations with a variety of interesting and colorful terms thrown into the mix.

But, if you want to see it from the source, check out page 99 in the comic and then frolic down to the comments section; be warned: it gets kinda heated in there.

Back? Cool.

So, clearly, there are many ways to take the creator’s comments as well as other commentors’. I had my own knee-jerk reaction that peppered my facebook page and twitter feed, but I reined it in a bit because, hell, I compared Eric Cantor to C’thulhu a while back, so I don’t have much in the way of room to talk.

Anyway, it go to the point that Jon Lim and I actually started talking to the dude on Twitter. (Yes, my friends, that deserves italics. I tweeted to the guy who created Earthworm Jim.)

A famous person acknowledged I exist!!!!

It was a really, really cool few minutes, and I was geeking out pretty hardcore – built on by my juggling of Fallout: New Vegas at the same time. Nothing particularly substantial was said, and I’m sure we’re just another couple voices in the crowd, but as it went on, Jon mentioned “disassociation” after TenNapel brought up a blogger writing about boycotting his work after having posted about listening to Wagner and watching Polanski films.

And that’s what started me thinking about it’s incredibly hard sometimes to separate the artist from the art. It’s like all of the Mel Gibson insanity that keeps cropping up every couple of years. The man is obviously a well of interesting insults, and a lot of times, the question crops up about whether people should keep giving him money. (Or, in other words, people start talking about a boycott.)

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