Oh, all right, one more,
but really, this has to be the last, okay? F’reals. Because the thing to take away from Glenn Greenwald’s bizarre exchange with Colonel Steven Boylan is the terrifying glimpse it gives us of the world to come: a politicized, evangelical military, glowering in the corner of our right-wing echo chamber, and thus our polity. (A sitting senator threatened her husband’s life when he was president; you really think it won’t be a thousand times worse when they have more on their side and even less to lose?) —That’s what should set you shivering, see, but all I can do when I read Greenwald’s followup (as a thousand points of McVeigh try to park rhetorical Ryders full of fertilizer on his post) is giggle at his peerless snap:
…right-wing blogger Howard Kurtz…
God, we’re so frickin’ witty, sipping tea here on the lip of the Abyss! (And what the fuck else should we do, huh?)
Well, you know, by me, whatever spectacular human damage these people do, for them it all boils down to that sad shredded little ego their id is trying to distract us from.
So me, I say snap on the fuckers, because as long as their fall from grace keeps being rewarded by richer adolescents, the only way they can be made to pay is in the schoolyard of the spirit they live in.