The Nude Bomb

I can be a very bad lefty sometimes. I am often not good at being politically correct. It’s something I probably need to work on. Mea culpa.

I also get off on rank juvenility. Oops.

It is with these things in mind that I laugh my ass off at this:

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As you probably already know, these statues were found in major cities across the country. Who’s surprised that the man with the big fat mouth has a teeny peeny? I fucking hope Trump sees these and sheds a tear privately because he fucking sucks as a human being and deserves to be embarrassed.

I’m in the wrong, though:

Shaming Trump as a response to the many offensive comments cited in the media since he announced his run for President doesn’t make us better than him. It puts us on the very same level. Turning the abuser into the victim just makes you the new abuser. I know it’s supposed to be about taking back power, but at what cost? Is it worth lowering ourselves to the same level as the man who is so often called out for inciting hate? Two wrongs will never make a right, no matter how hard we try to justify our actions and words.

There’s apparently two reasons that “our side” shouldn’t yuk it up about these statues: 1) body shaming is passe and 2) do unto others. We would be incensed if someone made effigies of Mrs. Clinton so we must not do this with Mr. Trump. Well, I guess there’s a point there. Perhaps there are better ways to disempower a piece of garbage like Donald Trump.

I’m torn. I understand the high road reasoning but on the other hand, jesus, it’s just a dick joke, give it a rest. I grew up in a generation raised on Truly Tasteless Jokes-I don’t have standards when it comes to humor. I’ll take it low and dirty-and clearly, Donald Trump will too, so fuck him. It’s been a nasty election and Donald is reaping what he has sown. I just don’t feel like being right, or correct at this juncture. After all, what are rules of engagement to a snake like Trump?

 

About The Head Seminarian

I might be the nicest person you'll ever meet, but if you don't believe me, that is because I hate you. I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I came to remind you of this, not make it worse. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. If you have a bad memory, you will forget this. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on August 19, 2016, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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