"If you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all."
Thank God I'm not bound by that bit of useless and counter-productive folk wisdom.
*ahem*...Jesse Helms's death is a deliverance to be celebrated.
What is wrong with Haloscan now?
Nothing. I think you're referring to your missing comment on my previous post ("Anti-choice 'expertise'"). I had to delete the post and post again because the working title wasn't right, and it had already gone up on ProgBlogs.
Just post it again. All is cool.
No, Haloscan's having problems.
[crickets chirping]
And then there's my version:
If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit next to me.
; -)
Beautiful post.
Fucking Haloscan. I thought I was first.
FIRST!
lol I deleted Haloscan today. Now I'm in the process and copying old comments from Haloscan to Blogger.
Not fun. But it beats another crapout from Haloscan.
I hope it fucking well hurt when he died.
RT is switching over to Wordpress this weekend.
Yeah, the "crapouts" are really frustrating, particularly in this medium where the back-and-forth is such an integral element. At least I think so.
Who wants a fight?
We celebrated Jesse Helms' death. Balloons, cake, a few hip-hip-hoorays.
We did the same for Jerry Falwell, and will be celebrating the demise of a few serial killers eventually. Oh, and Henry Kissinger when his time comes.
Yup, it's a tasteless but cathartic practice.
I'm probably far too nice (leftover Christian charity from my religious phase, I guess), but I think the only prominent person whose death I will actually celebrate will be Fred Phelps. The rest -- Henry Morris, Falwell, Helms, Bush when his time comes -- just make me shake my head sadly at how he wasted his life making the world a little worse.
For some reason, Phelps gets under my skin in a way the rest don't (and I'm not even gay) -- there's just something about the petty malice of the man that befouls the air I share with him. I have a wish for his funeral: the mother of all Pride Parades -- dancing leather dykes, maximally outrageous cross-dressers, you name it -- will circle the cemetary, bearing signs saying "Good Riddance" and similar sentiments. The centerpiece of the parade will be a giant effigy of Freddie, taking it up the rear from Satan himself and enjoying it.
And I will raise a glass.
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