Have you ever just stared into a fire and become mesmerized by its beauty and its mystery? Watching the flames travel upward into some unknown destination in the vast expanse of the heavens? Hearing the soft crackle as delicate pieces of kindling contribute what's left of their short lives to the spectacle of wonder and aesthetic perfection that the average conflagration gifts upon us? I somehow sense the answer is yes. Does it not make sense, then, that if one knew, just KNEW, that the experience of observing a fire could be heightened that much more by the careful placement of certain items in its angry center, that such an action would have to be taken? I think it would. Yes, I think it would. One of these items, brothers and sisters, is the unwashed and unshaven and highly repulsive comedienne turned actress turned, god help us, leftist political activist Janeane Garofalo. Imagine the auditory orgasm that would doubtless result in hearing the flesh sizzle slowly off the bones of this rancid specimen. And the screams. Ahhh, yes, the screams of agony and terror as the reality of her worthless life was placed in full view before her rapidly melting eyeballs. This, my friends, is the kind of show I would pay good money to see.
I have to admit I kind of liked her when she first came on the scene, a young Gen-X stand-up comic with an acerbic wit and a keen eye for cultural bullshit. She did okay in her acting career, as well, playing mostly chubby best friends or some type of pretty-on-the-inside wallflower looking for love. But then, of course, she realized she had Something To Say. Ignore the fact that can't seem to form a coherent political thought or even articulate why those who don't think like her are so wretchedly evil. Just listen to her fist-raising hippie rage and know she's right, goddammit!
After spending at least a decade deriding everyone she disagrees with politically as unthinking, uncaring, diabolically evil yet still somehow retarded, and treasonous, Garofalo shows no sign of becoming fair-minded, or even rational, anytime soon. She wears her irony proudly, hardly ever stooping so low as to offer a single substantive critique of anything or anyone. All of her statements are given in broad-brush language, mocking those who disagree with her as barely human thugs while giving no real examples of something evil that was said or done. Here is a perfect example of her "logic" in action while discussing the tea party movement with Keith Olbermann:
[L]et's be very honest about what this is about. It's not about bashing Democrats, it's not about taxes, they have no idea what the Boston tea party was about, they don't know their history at all. This is about hating a black man in the White House. This is racism straight up. That is nothing but a bunch of teabagging rednecks. And there is no way around that.
Couple of interesting things here: (1) Race was not the topic at this gathering and it was, in fact, not mentioned at all. Garofalo merely throws a favorite liberal cliche into the gasoline hoping it will ignite. Note that there is no explanation of the causal connection between being against higher taxes and hating black people, or even a single example of a "racist" tea partier. She simply takes what she learned from Bill Maher (that if you say something loudly and/or smugly enough, it becomes true), and applies it with full force; (2) The appearance is on pinko pussy Keith Olbermann's show. And of course, they are cut from the same cloth. Too cowardly to appear or debate with anyone who might reveal them for the intellectual frauds they are, they retreat to their little metaphorical college dorm room where they can have their bull sessions about "racists" and "homophobes" while never having to provide anyone with even the slightest inkling of factual evidence to support their cause. It is both a sickening and infuriating display.
She states in unequivocal terms that all "right-wingers" are liars with no empathy and whose minds are snapped tight snug and smug. What exactly are they "lying" about? Don't ask, that's not important. What is important is that Garofalo fulfill her inner destiny of becoming the 21st Century's Jerry Rubin. Her progress is going swimmingly so far. Let's just hope her death is a little more painful, and a little more fiery, than her ideological twin. Godspeed, you brain-dead cunt.
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