Grand Theft Autonomy
The lobby of my office has a huge flat screen TV, usually tuned to CSPAN, or the "Mendacity Sans Charisma Network."
Yeserday, I looked up from my work to see a blue screen listing that afternoon's offerings:
Why the fuck are my tax dollars being spent on a discussion of Grand Theft Auto?
After
It may surprise some of you that I can't stand Hillary Clinton (and I too went to Wellesley!) Watching her snivel
Before and compromise in order to "reach out to" "conservatives" and blah blah blah makes me want to gouge out my eyes with barbecue forks. This Grand Theft Auto thing recalls Tipper Gore's PMRC shenanigans back in the day — but at least the act of slapping a warning sticker on a CD was intended to provide parents with information — it assumed that parents would be involved in deciding what media their children would consume. But Hillary's vacuous "crusade" is predicated on a different set of assumptions.
Wellesley
In truth, it's pretty simple: If you don't want your kids hacking into the secret code that reveals the "hidden sex scenes" in Grand Theft Auto, here's a thought: DON'T LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAY GRAND THEFT AUTO! GROUND them or something!
The real "silent epidemic" is the increasing number of parents who will do anything except actually parent their children, because they need their kids to "like" them so much all the fucking time. Just as it would behoove Ms. Clinton to take a brave stand on issues that should DEFINE what has now become the LameoCratic party — say, the right to abortion for women and the moral imperative of universal health care — parents need to lay down the law and not buy games they disapprove of for their kids, or at least pay attention to what the hell their children are DOING.
But no, instead everyone gets on their moral high horse about how important it is to BAN these "dangerous" games, to vitiate any need for parents to actually assume a position of authority or interest with regard to their children.
And Hillary, give me a break. Why can't you come out swinging, like a progressive fucking Valkyrie? Even if you ban Grand Theft Auto from the face of the earth, and equivocate all you want on abortion, NO BUSH SUPPORTER WILL EVER VOTE FOR YOU!
And you know what? Neither will I.
Yeserday, I looked up from my work to see a blue screen listing that afternoon's offerings:
12:00 CAFTA
2:00 "Grand Theft Auto"
2:00 "Grand Theft Auto"
Why the fuck are my tax dollars being spent on a discussion of Grand Theft Auto?
After
It may surprise some of you that I can't stand Hillary Clinton (and I too went to Wellesley!) Watching her snivel
Before
Wellesley
In truth, it's pretty simple: If you don't want your kids hacking into the secret code that reveals the "hidden sex scenes" in Grand Theft Auto, here's a thought: DON'T LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAY GRAND THEFT AUTO! GROUND them or something!
The real "silent epidemic" is the increasing number of parents who will do anything except actually parent their children, because they need their kids to "like" them so much all the fucking time. Just as it would behoove Ms. Clinton to take a brave stand on issues that should DEFINE what has now become the LameoCratic party — say, the right to abortion for women and the moral imperative of universal health care — parents need to lay down the law and not buy games they disapprove of for their kids, or at least pay attention to what the hell their children are DOING.
But no, instead everyone gets on their moral high horse about how important it is to BAN these "dangerous" games, to vitiate any need for parents to actually assume a position of authority or interest with regard to their children.
And Hillary, give me a break. Why can't you come out swinging, like a progressive fucking Valkyrie? Even if you ban Grand Theft Auto from the face of the earth, and equivocate all you want on abortion, NO BUSH SUPPORTER WILL EVER VOTE FOR YOU!
And you know what? Neither will I.
posted by Lillet Langtry at 12:10 PM
3 Comments:
I totally agree about Hillary's shillarying a la Lieberman. FUCK HER!
Love yr pix of Wellesley & my ex. Guess what? I bought that cardboard Hillary stand-up figure for a party I had & kept it in my office. Gina BEGGED me to give it to her. She totally needs it. OK. So it lives in her room for about five months. At the end of the year, Gina solicits my help moving boxes & shit out of her room. Hillary's gone! Where'd she go? Surprise! Unceremoniously crumpled onto a huge pile of trash at the bottom of the stairs.
The thing is, I think she honestly forgot where she acquired it.
That Gina! Gotta love 'er!
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Well, I too feel the whole stunt smacks of being waaay too Tipper-esqe...
But, we need Hil! We do, Lillet!
So, imagine this wild scenario for the next election : Clinton-Gore (Hil and Tipper) on the Dem ticket vs. Bush-Cheney (Jeb and Lynne) on the GOP...
Nothing would surprise me these days.
What's a little Grand Theft Auto between friends?
Cheers,
Mr. H.K.
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