I watched Team America: World Police, only once, and I am pretty sure I laughed my ass off.
And, for many years I enjoyed the comedy of Parker and Stone via their charming South Park characters.
My favourite was Butters Stotch. My favourite IS Butters Stotch.
I lost track of the show several years ago. I tuned in to an episode a few weeks ago. It made me giggle (though it was late at night and may have involved a wine and…) but it was quite a bit more graphic than I remembered. Still. I think those guys are clever.
I love that speech in Team America. The one about pussies, dicks and the assholes who shit on everything.
Anyways. There is a blog I like to read. And, to be honest, because I do not have much free time to dedicate to reading I like to think those people are lucky to have my readership. It is a busy, busy world. No one has free time. So please know that I value your readership. I am grateful to anyone who stops by here and has a read. Back to the blog I read; I have only recently started commenting on other people’s blogs. I am not completely sure about the etiquette that is involved in all of this and am, perhaps, a little gun shy after a failed attempt in a diabetes forum. Regardless. I made a comment this evening that lead to what I interpreted as rude remarks.
Asshole-esque if I dare say.
And I dare say!
I had sensed some disappointment from the author. Not with the state of affairs they had posted about but more with the audience’s reactions. So, I posted a “if they don’t like it fuck ’em and keep your chin up” sort of comment.
Or so I had thought.
Quite quickly I was made to feel quite small. I found the response from another reader a bit over-the-top. Somewhat condescending. And tremendously rude. I have no patience or tolerance for that. I do not think there is a time or a place where it is okay to be like that. Perhaps, some of you will think I am doing the same thing here. It is not my intention to put that commenter down; I am not in that game.
Will my readership of that blog change in any way? Likely not. I do not think it fair to punish someone by withdrawing my readership because some guy said I had poo hands.
However, I will be more guarded with my commenting.
I did learn a few valuable lessons today so all is not lost:
- A lot more people than I had reckoned never mature. (Seriously? We are adults and you are calling me poo hands.)
- My skin is not as thick as I would like to think it is. (I doubt I am alone in this.)
- Learn the rules before you play the game. (Even if you aren’t ready to run out on the field just yet.)
- Some people are just straight up ASSHOLES. (I already knew this, but it is like the gift that keeps on giving with so many out there waiting to prove it.)
I shared it all with my hubby. He was actually upset. He agreed there was more than some unnecessary remarks made in those comments. It was nice to see him a bit peeved and in my corner.
But it is the advice of my wee one that I will be taking. I will blow tooties at all the mean people. What’s a tootie? Some people I believe call it blowing raspberries but my lil’ guy calls them tooties (tongue between the lips, a lot of spit, especially from a 4 year old). Think of good ole Archie Bunker.
So here I am.