W5

Wes Whiddon's World Wide Weblog.

Saturday, March 01, 2003

The British Human Shields

are running home with their tails between their legs. Not as brave as they thought they were are they? Now it's time for the American idiots to turn tail, also.

Friday, February 28, 2003

Teachers In Maine

are denigrating the war effort and demoralizing children of local National Guard troops. The state Department of Education Commissioner Duke Albanese, says teachers are "less than sensitive" to children of military personnel. Sorry Duke but this is another prime example of educators with personal agendas indoctrinating our kids rather than educating them. They should be fired or at the very least reprimanded.

This Is

required reading. And this is complete bullshit.

Thursday, February 27, 2003

CBS' Dick Meyer Has A Bad Case Of Acne

and thinks kicking Saddam's ass will be the cure. Or does he?

Saddam Hussein, Star Of Stage, Screen, And CBS News

Was interviewed by the intrepid anchor, Dan Blather, last night on 60 Minutes II. Saddam revealed himself to be a complete gentleman by not having Rather's head chopped off after the second stupid question.

The World Has Lost

A gentle soul. Early this morning Fred Rogers' battle with stomach cancer came to an end. To me he personified the way television could be used to teach and entertain children. Rest in peace, Mr. Rogers. Your work will never be forgotten.

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Here's A Psychological

assessment of our favorite madman, Saddam Hussein. What? He's not a madman? You mean he's only a poor little abused child inside?

The Idiotarian In The Post Office

prompted me to go back and read Bill Whittle's latest essay. I only wish I had had the confidence to confront the post office goomba yesterday while I was still raging.

Monday, February 24, 2003

I Was Standing In Line,

the interminable line, at the post office today. Usually there's not much back and forth between people while they wait with their packages or letters or harbingers of gloom and doom: the registered mail slip. I get these little yellow notices all the time in my business so I wasn't particularly concerned about the one I had in hand. And I usually don't pay much attention to the chatter that develops in these lines. But today was different.

A half dozen or so people behind me I heard some guy say, "I wonder what Martin Luther King would have said about all the votes that were lost in Florida". I turned around to see who had said this since, after all, the election was a while back and I thought most of the soreheads had long ago gone on to other things.

Then I heard, "Did you know that 90,000 votes weren't counted because the Republicans fixed the election".

I finally fixed my gaze on the speaker, a white guy who was obviously addressing an African-American lady in front of him. Her reply to him was unintelligible and she didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation but he pressed on with what was turning out to be a public diatribe.

He looked down at the ladies hand and said, "I got one of those, too". He was holding a registered letter notice as, obviously, she was. I don't remember her reply but he came back with, "Yeah, they gotta get more money out of us to buy bombs".

Now I was beginning to see what was up. He had a mostly African-American audience and was using the Martin Luther King thing to pander to them. He was getting bolder. "You got to listen to alternative radio to find out what's goin' on nowadays. You know about Pacifica on 90.1"? he asked no one in particular. By now the lady was trying to get as much distance between them as possible in a post office line. And, I had turned around facing him and was giving him my best "You're a loudmouth idiot and need to shut up" scowl.

That didn't faze him, in fact it seemed to embolden the idiot. "Yeah", he said, "Bush needs a lot more tax money so he can buy bombs to kill babys. His daddy sells 'em, ya know".

By now I'm giving him a look that could wilt an oak tree. My blood pressure was mounting and I'm just a thin hair away from confronting this imbecile. In my mind I begin forming the method I'd use to blast his sorry ass out of the water when somebody behind me taps me on the shoulder and says, "They're waiting for you at the counter". "Oh, sorry", I said as loud as I could, "guess I was thinking about how little our country means to some people who hold forth their distorted political views to a captive audience".

I moved off to the counter leaving bigmouth behind. He may have continued to spout after I left, I don't know. What I do know is I'm fed up with people of his ilk. In my adult life I have never been in a fight but I honestly believe that if I had been subject to this absurd asshole's drivel for another minute, I would have broken that record.