From a sockpuppet reader:
Dear Sully:
As a
tiresometirelesscrusadervoice opposing torture, you know how much it lowers us as a people to inflict mental distress on others by making them listen to Christina Aguilera and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.So imagine my horror when I discovered that you—Andrew Sullivan—had sprung a blog post on the Pet Shop Boys upon your remaining, unsuspecting readership. I nearly drowned in my own tears as I read the account of one young reader, speaking for his generation, who said that “the mere mention of 80s pop music has approximately the same effect on us as pouring a bucket of water over the Wicked Witch of the West.”
There you have it—the blogging equivalent of water-boarding. What is left to distinguish you from torturemaster Jeff Goldstein?
CHRISTIANIST HOMOPHOBE!!!
(Update: Sully’s torture of his younger readers is expanding to a feature.)
“What is left to distinguish you from torturemaster Jeff Goldstein?”
– His has a propellor on it?
All of my beautiful, evil right-wingedness destroyed by that horrible good little girl.
Mocking concern about torture is teh funnay.
Just harmless fraternity pranks I suppose.
“COLD ROOMS AND LOUD MUSIC LOL”
You might be right.
Let’s ask Nick Berg what he thinks……
– AJB – He forgot the paragraph from the al Qaeda handbook on disfiguring the Qo’ran. It just doesn’t have the same impact without the stopping-up sound of flushing toilets.
See, that’s how I know this is a lie. His head would just fall right down if you tried to hold it up by the hair. You would need at least a tiny little handful.
The author clearly was not reckoning on Eagle Eye lunarpuff when he wrote this.
– Which leads to the natural question of:
“Just how deeply do you have to hate your own country, and probably loath yourself as well, to be so ready to believe the most transparent lies by your sworn death enemies, and even worse, be willing to repeat them wholesale.”
The hatred is deep. The sheer mindlessness is deeper.
I can’t decide which is worse.
Some folks don’t get that it’s people who think playing the RHCP is torture are the ones making light of the subject. Or don’t want to get it.
Ugh, they don’t want to get it. They want to go back to sleep.
The embassy bombings? Heck, the buildings were just in the way of an African conflict. Our fault.
The USS Cole? Heck, that ship was huge! The guys with explosives were in a teeny little boat.
The 1st WTC bombing? Christ, that was just the parking garage. Not like the building fell down or anything. Fearmongerers!
The guy who was caught with plans to blow up LAX? Well, he didn’t do it, right? What’s the big deal?
Frightening, but I’ve heard all these things from otherwise intelligent people.
But let’s make sure they’re comfy while they’re being questioned! Perhaps the intake should include musical preferences and preferred room temperature.
I liked that part the best.
I think Sullivan has outdone even
in today’s Steamingest Bullshit Committed To Pixels contest, with this gob-smacker:
…
He’s talking about a Pet Shop Boys concert.
!!!
I was thinking the same thing.
Because I went to a Bad Brains show there once and, I swear, there were almost ten heterosexual black men in attendance.
And they were passionate…until the soldiers came and injected the Pet Shop Boys into their penises.
There was blood all over.
Put telephones in with the captive terrorists, and hire tele-marketers to do the interogating. When that gets declared to be torture, at least some good might come of it.
That’s just funny right there. I don’t care who you are.
Get ‘er done!