Rhinocrisy

Hi, long time no see! Since Mist One sadly (for us, happily for her hopefully) abandoned her blergh without even first marrying Saurabh, and since strangely tragic bits of voyeurism need to be posted somewhere, I figure I might as well post this here. Enjoy.

Apparently Zabasearch, one of the cyberstalkers very bestest friends, lets people write to the objects of their obsession. And then it archives the messages and posts them for the world to see.

For some particularly poignant stuff, take a look here. “It has been 18 yrs since you left me high dry and pregnant.” “I’m just wondering if you happen to be my father.” “My mother took off when she found out she was pregnant with me and I’ve never met him.” “I just wanted to meet you and let you know that I am your daughter.” No, these are not all from the same person.

WTF?

WASHINGTON, Jan. 28 (Xinhua) — In probably his final State of the Union address, President George W. Bush urged on Monday night Congress to quickly pass a 150 billion U.S. dollar economic rescue package to fend off a looming recession.

I recently caught up with my friend Claudio Pasqua, a janitor who happens to work in Harvard’s Divinity School. I previously interviewed him on the bizarre subject of alien religions, here. Since we both enjoyed the experience, we decided to have another go at it, on a slightly less esoteric subject.

RHINOCRISY: So, first off, I bet people are curious about it, so I should let you clear up why it is you’ve never bothered to actually enroll in this school and get a degree and maybe a faculty post.

CLAUDIO PASQUA: You mean as opposed to enduring a lifetime of Good Will Hunting jokes?

R: Heh, yeah.

CP: Well, the list of reasons is really endless, and I’m making up new ones all the time, but to be brief: I’m happy where I am.

R: Fair enough, we’ll leave it at that. Okay, so I wanted to, um, basically get you to ramble on at length about atheism.
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Three of the most-viewed videos on YouTub today are of Hillary Clinton allegedly crying, or “tearing up”. I, for one, don’t buy it. If you haven’t seen it, here it is:

Clinton is giving a relatively boiler-plate speech about how much she “cares about our country”, and how she “passionately believes” in what she is doing. That, I DO buy: her passion is lust, and we all know what she’s lusting for. But what is she “tearing up” over? Who can tell?

This morning I woke up to some lady on NPR marveling at Hillary’s display of genuine emotion. She interviewed the lady who asked the question, and several others who testified that Hillary’s tears^* had convinced them to vote Clinton! at the very last minute. After vomiting on my pillow, I thought to myself “How the hell am I going to clean this up?” “My God, are we really so starved for political theater that we’re willing to swallow whatever horseshit act some politician can throw at us?” The lady who asked the question, incidentally, did NOT vote Clinton - she voted Obama, because the previous night, Obama’s stirring speech had “moved her to tears”.

I’m truly astonished that people can maintain this level of vacuousness. And not, apparently, a small handful of people - the majority of American adults. Shouldn’t there be an epidemic of head-implosion going on?

^* Which, frankly, are not in evidence in the video to mine eyes. Can you see ‘em?