I finally saw Notorious C.H.O. on Saturday. It wasn't perfect, but how many movies are? Still loved it, but this might just be the Margaret Cho obsession talking, and I'd pay to see her reading a grocery list.
The cartoon at the beginning, on the other hand, was perfect. And an eloquent statement on the sad state of Black-Korean relations. Which it probably set back years.
Meanwhile, I've managed to piss off someone I've never met. Again. This time, the person in question describes himself as a "Grouchy Old Cripple [who] rants from Atlanta GA. and pushes the boundaries of bad taste and political incorrectness."
Again with the political incorrectness. Christ, at least I just admit that I'm easily irritated and foul-mouthed, and leave it at that.
Any road up, Denny Wilson writes at GOCinAtlanta:
One of my readers, Carl, pointed me to a site called uppity-negro. See, I even provided the link. [He did, too. I just didn't feel like copying the source or adding it. - Mgt.] I figgered out Aaron, the owner of the site, either had a sense of humor or an attitude. [Why is this an either/or proposition? - Mgt.] He's got an attitude all right. Randolph, one of my readers, and a source of information, told me he was a real racist MF and engaged in name calling. I won't even mention what he called Andrea Harris. ["elitist Ashkenazi cunt" - Mgt.] Who's she? Click on Speenville on my blogroll. Anyway, I was planning on fisking an article in last Tuesday's Chicago Tribune, but as Carl pointed out, Aaron had already put his own racist spin on things. I found out that all warbloggers are racist bastards. No, he called us 'racist motherfuckers'. What a racist butthead.
Well, he managed to get "racist" in there five times in 129 words. Not great, but not bad.
There was a time I'd be amused at someone calling me "a real racist MF" and "a racist butthead" who "put[s] his own racist spin on things" and also accuses me of engaging in name calling. Lots of things that are funny the first time you hear them lose the amusement value over time.
Anyway, that was today. He also mentioned the site on Friday, but I was doped up on
mescaline Midol and must have missed it.
I ain't miss much.
No comments section on his site, naturally, so I'll just have to hope he sees this and decides to drop by. Suppose I could write a short note, but since he didn't have the common courtesy to do so. . .
Wait, common courtesy is political correctness. He proudly claims to push the boundaries of political incorrectness. Of course he didn't write. My bad.
np - "Cannon Song" by Stan Ridgeway, from September Songs: The Music of Kurt Weill
Update 8/13: Odd. I know he's here, and from the Friday post it's clear he, like Rachel, wishes to engage in dialogue. I mean, he easily refuted my nonsensical suggestion that Condi Rice is the only black person the warbloggers care for.
Let's see. He left out Colin Powell, Thomas Sowell, Walter Williams, Clarence Thomas, and many others. And I've read a lot of warbloggers. I'm a warblogger. I have detected no dislike of black people. I have detected no racism.
Can't even be arsed to plug "Colin Powell blog" into Google to refute that first one.
I note you listed few enough that you could count them without taking your shoes off. Depending on how many fingers you've a) lost to the combine harvester and b) were born with, you inbred hillbilly pigfucker.
Suppose it saves money at the holidays, only having to get one gift for your mother, sister and aunt.
Wait, you do have all your toes, right? Because some folks'll never lose a toe, but then again some folks'll.
And if you've detected no racism, well, I guess you're an expert at that sort of thing, right? Years of personal experience?
Come on, Denny.
(slight return): Redpac, you're the expert on generating heel heat. Is that going too far? Ain't like I got Bob Mould writing for me or nothing. . .