Packing as Much Stupid as Possible into One Monologue

In blogiverse terms, this story is about a relevant as a joke about a semen-stained blue dress. But it broke before Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad and Dad gave me the keys to the Prius (of course it’s a Prius…HELLO: Erik Loomis). So I’m going to talk about it now-deal with it!

Anyhoo, when the Mike Rice story broke, I knew two things:

Reaction 1: I was repulsed by his abusive behavior.

Reaction 2: People in the wingnutosphere would be butthurt about the firing.

One of the reasons I blog is because I like to delve into the wingnut psyche. What can I say? I’m a gross weirdo. (I’m also a horror aficionado, which probably partially explains my fascination with wingnut idiocy.) So, being the the expert that I am on all things wingnut derp, I knew right away that Mike Rice would have defenders,  and I knew right where I would find them.

What I enjoy about the following is that it packs so many wingnut bugaboos into such a short time:

• The bemoaning of political correctness (which in wingnut speak translates to “I don’t want to anyone to call me on my disgusting behavior.”)
• The idea that kids these days are not disciplined harshly enough (or at all).
• The idea that the culture is in decline (because we cannot abuse young men with impunity).
• The idea that men will be wusses if they are not allowed to bully and be bullied.

I mean…wow. This is sick stuff, folks.

UPDATE: In looking at LGM Gategories here, I see I have the option to check “zombies” and “Whitesnake.” Which means that my entries are, thus far, not interesting enough.