Fay has a word with the Secret Service, in Natter:
Dear American Seekrit Service. Stop lurking, damn your eyes! I know we're jolly sparkling conversationalists and it's probably more fun loitering around here and claiming that it's all for the good of National Security, but shoo! Go do some real work! Despite the fact that many of us have swords or crossbows and others have mighty sharp tongues, none of us would really advocate killing of anyone. Even really really Bad people - you know, people who have so devoted themselves to the service of evil that they get the prefix Darth and a really good medical & pension plan. We'd maybe talk them to death, but not even ita would kill them in cold blood.
signed Really Not Happy About This War Malarky At All, But Not Pro-Assassination Either. Of Blighty.
Not exactly funny, but really true. John, in Natter.(And I've just realized most of my COMMS are Unamericans. Maybe I should start a Domestic Comm project.)
Thinking more broadly about that annoying HIM guy, I come across this a lot, and I mentally catalogue it as High-School thinking, as opposed to University thinking.
At highschool, you're told stuff. It's the truth. If you remember it till the end of term exams, that's it, you write it down again, and you're going to pass.
At university, it ought to be different. You ought to be challenging, analysing, comparing viewpoints on and examining the agenda of the people who tell you everything.
I realise that people's highschools may be much better than that, but I also sadly realise that, conversely people's universities may not be doing that job.
People like HIM end up with a brain that just goes "the word NEWS comes from the points of the compass. Huh. Cool fact" and doesn't bother to think "can that be true?", and in fact, reacts with annoyance to people saying "if you thought about it for a second, you'd see that it's unlikely".
See also that "aren't we lucky we don't live in the 1500s" thing...
The mighty
erinaceous:
But my DH has been making me laugh for the past 24 hours by pretending to be Saddam and saying things like:
"Dammit, Bush, the movers were supposed to be here at 7! I don't know where they are! YEAH, I called them. Quit riding my ass!" "Okay, peeps, big party at the palace tonight! there's no way I'm getting my security deposit back, so we're gettin' cra-zee!" "I'm not just leaving the keys, asshole. I'm going to hand them to the new tenant. I'm not having you charge me to make new keys." "That stain? That was here when I moved in!" "Hey! Who wants to help me move? I've got pizza and Rolling Rock!"
Or being Saddam's buddies:
"Saddam! What's in this big-ass box? Chemical warfare manuals? Dammit, don't you know you pack books in SMALL boxes!" "I'm not moving that couch again. Just leave it. It stinks, man! Did you spill sarin on it or something?" "You can stay with me, but only for a couple days. My folks get pissed off if I have people over for more than a weekend." "Oh, man, you already packed the bong? Shit."
Yes.
Could be Saddam speaking.
Or Bush after the next election.
Oh, you can be SO fickle!
Ple
, in Bitches, being wise:
Hell may be other people, but sometimes, if you're lucky, that also describes heaven.
