Sweet Holy Jesus In A Peanut Butter Pie

Aw, muffin.

Tbogg already points out this person’s employment of my favorite conservative arguing technique: 9/11 and the deaths of 3,000 people changed my life! Imagine the depth of self-indulgence and isolation from actual problems in which you need to be steeped in order to think, and then admit aloud, that your life was such worthless horseshit that it took the deaths of 3,000 innocent people to make you sit up and say hey, I’d better start telling everybody about my personal conversion! My determination to love my family more! My decision to go back to church! My realization that life should mean something! Oh, my God, we don’t have a lot of time on this earth, do we? I’d better start pontificating loudly and proudly about how much this all means, how much I’ve learned, how much this matters to MEEEEEEE.

Good God, if there’s a better illustration of comfortable Republican mindlessness, I don’t know what it is. And understand that it’s not that I don’t remember the taste of my first beer, the first time I stood at the edge of the ocean or looked up at the stars or listened to Mozart and felt small. But there’s got to be some kind of etiquette governing the announcement that 9 /11 got your guilty rocks off, right? Somebody? Help me out here.

In addition to that, though, her personal political conversion is just another attention-whoring technique. Plenty of people who didn’t pay attention to politics looked up after 9/11 and said hey, wait a minute, we need to do something differently in this country to protect ourselves from this shit. That isn’t in and of itself any kind of sin. And those who looked to the Republicans early on, well, some of them did so because the Republicans were the only ones doing the talking. I think Iraq should have woken them up to the fact that this so-called Bush Doctrine had gone seriously off the rails, but whatever. The point is that a lot of people changed their minds in this exact way. Some of them might have had good reasons to do so.

Listen, though, to this woman talk about how her politics are just one more way of getting her some more attention and notice in the cul-de-sac and at the cocktail parties, and tell me she isn’t having an unholy amount of fun “shocking” people, starting arguments, having them all look at her in wonder and surprise, challenge her and ask her questions. For her this is the equivalent of dyeing her hair pink or dropping out of the PTA. It’s about creating a phony victimhood in order to make herself the center of attention, and ordinarily I’m all about whatever gets you through the day, but to then bray about how much moral courage she has as a result of 9/11, well, something about that turns my stomach.

So I simply have to ask, is she short a hobby? Looking for a job? Does she need a place to volunteer her apparently quite capable hands? I’ll gladly teach her to crochet if it’ll give her something to do with her time other than trot around the subdivision announcing her political beliefs and waiting for people to argue with her.

A.

ps. As an aside? Just to get this out of the way? No, I don’t talk politics at parties unless I’m reasonably sure people in the room are receptive to it as a subject and willing to have a discussion instead of a fight. To do otherwise is rude, and maybe what Little Miss here needed, instead of new politics, was new friends. Which goes back to my suggestion of a hobby. You can meet some kickass people in cooking classes.