(Warning: The following post is a petty, immature rant that contains coarse and insensitive language. If you do not wish to have tarnished your undoubtedly pristine image of me, you are free to... well, shoot... you are ADVISED to skip this posting.)
I couldn't post on Media Matters today. Comments were down. And I mean DOWN. I couldn't even see past comments. It may have been a glitch. They may have finally decided to ban a certain foul-mouthed Detroit Liberal with a penchant for getting creative obscenities past their filters. (Though I doubt it, seeing as how I've been polluting their board with my person brand of coarse invective for MANY YEARS now, with nary a warning given my way.) Or, in credit to their better judgement, (yes, you read that right), they may have simply felt it was the decent thing to do, given the passing yesterday evening of Right-Wing Propagandist Andrew "My mother sucked cocks in hell" Breitbart.
Well... Media Matters may choose to take the high road here, with a simple and respectful obituary. But I wouldn't have it be said that I've ever claimed to always be above the fray. So even if I'm the only Blogger out there with the both the both the requisite courage and the colossal lack of tact to continue to speak the truth from their point of view, I care not. Just as death does not magically transform Joe Paterno from a Pedophile Enabler back into a Football Legend, neither shall death transform Andrew Breitbart from a petty, vile, lying, Right-Wing Propagandist into something resembling a decent human being. In his public life, the man lied with every breath he drew, and every word he wrote, and built his career with the intellectual integrity of a weasel. He misinformed and propagandized for a living, and what little he accomplished was, in the end, only to the net harm and detriment of this country.
The Irish have a saying, and I hope I get it pretty close:
May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead.
Well, I think I'll modify that just a smidge and say...
Andrew Brietbart stokes fires in Hell with his dick.
And if his Mother should happen to read this, let me just that while I'm sorry for your loss, MY MOTHER didn't raise her son to be a liar. (Lacking in manners... OK, touche.) And if you ARE going to sell your soul to the Devil, you should probably accomplish more from the bargain than what Andrew Breitbart did in his miserable, short-ass life.
So I say: Good riddance to Right-Wing garbage. The world is a marginally better place today than it was yesterday for your passing.
And I couldn't care less anyway: In my universe he's already been dead for over over a year now.)
(Closing Note: I will read, but not respond to, any and all comments placed under this thread. I'm sure this won't win me many friends from either side of the aisle, but what little religion I still carry with me come from the Catholics and it is that one must confess and repent before one is forgiven. Andrew Breitbart died an unapologetic liar. And thus he deserves to be remember as no better. Fuck him. And should some Conservative find his way back here the day after I die to remind everybody what a sonofabitch I was? Hey: I'll raise my glass to his honesty, wherever it is that I am.)