Al Gore earned the moniker “Gorebot” among the right, particularly the bloggers, for obvious reasons. For equally obvious reasons, I think that Gore Vidal should be called something akin to “Goreshit,” because the man continues unceasingly to comport himself like one huge steaming pile of turd (no offense intended to newly deposited feces everywhere).

And what is almost annoying as this man’s unfailing crapitude is the fact that those very qualities that make him worthy of a sound flushing of the toilet and sigh of relief after which you quickly open the window to rid the room of the godawful smell that lingers are the very same attributes that keeps his star shining on the left, year in, year out. For instance, in the Guardian article, the lead proceeds thusly:

America’s most controversial writer Gore Vidal has launched the most scathing attack to date on George W Bush’s Presidency, calling for an investigation into the events of 9/11 to discover whether the Bush administration deliberately chose not to act on warnings of Al-Qaeda’s plans.

First of all, calling him “controversial is simply too kind, because it marks him out as an iconoclast, when he is really just a friggin’ kook. I could stand on a street corner shouting that Bill Clinton likes to give blowjobs to Osama Bin Laden and murders puppies for fun . Controversial stuff, no?

Also bold-facedly untruthful and simply hideous in its liberty with the truth, but I doubt I’m going to get a Profile in Courage for it. One might object and say that, at its most basic, “controversial” only refers to something that causes debate, disagreement or discussion. Fine, but that isn’t how it’s used in the realm of public debate. For something to be called “controversial” these days, it has to pass a basic muster of legitimacy. If I wanted to impose a strict new policy of drowning every third newborn baby, would I be labeled controversial, or crazy?

Accusing a president of the United States of knowingly and deliberately allowing 3000 Americans to die for surreptitious political gain is only slightly less crazy than my own modest proposal.

In Vidal’s Bizarro World, the US chose Osama Bin Laden as a proper and convincing villian (he hints at but doesn’t explicitly mention how this would play perfectly in America’s perfectly racist mindset), and, like any good tin-foil conspiracy theorist, he’s completely satisfied that any dismissal of his wacky claims is an admission that they are the “unspeakable truth .” Ironclad, that is.

“You executed 9/11!”
“No I didn’t.”
“So you admit it, then!”

Yes, the man’s mind is like a steel trap: an inanimate object that can perform a single function, and one which makes you want to gnaw your own leg off.

‘It is an article of faith that there are no conspiracies in American life. Yet, a year or so ago, who would have thought that most of corporate America had been conspiring with accountants to cook their books since – well, at least the bright dawn of the era of Reagan and deregulation.’

Right . Because playing fast and loose with the accounting spreadsheets is just aiding and abetting the murder of 3,000 of your fellow citizens, sort of like the same way Vidal’s aggressive verbal accusations are the same as me walking me up to that fat sack of stupid and beating him to death with his own shoe. Same exact thing.

So yeah, I know, “Goreshit” sounds kinda dumb, but hey, so does he whenever he opens his big fat stupid mouth.

































































































































































































































































































































last update : 24-11-2017

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