I know, I know. We’re all sick to death of the story of Elevator Guy (I refuse to call it ElevatorGate, come on people, that hasn’t been funny since CrackerGate). That is to say we’re so sick of it that we feel compelled to read every blog and watch every video we find on the topic and then pontificate on the subject at length in the comments section in the most smug, sarcastic and polarising manner possible. That goes for people on both sides, by the way, but more on that later.
So, I have decided it will probably save some time and effort in the long-run if I just put all of my thoughts on the main aspects of this drama into one post that I can refer people to later. It is impossible to address EVERY side event which has since happened so you’ll have to forgive me if I pass over what you feel to be an important response.
About a week ago I got a PM from a fellow up-and-comer on YouTube called CircusofBedlam who wanted to know if I’d take part in a collaboration with him. I would script and provide the vocals for the video while he produced the music and accompanying visuals. I decided to do something along the lines of one of my favourite videos, Letter From God To Man, but in my case it’s a letter from me to the Pope. So, for those of you who took the time to follow the links and subscribe to me here, here is a sneak peak at the transcript.
So, it’s the 21st Century and many of the things that were promised to us as kids have not yet come to pass. Flying cars? Nope. Entire meals in pill form? Afraid not. Robot butlers programmed to speak in haughty British accents that let us know exactly what they think of the meat-bags they work for? Not even close. All forgivable I suppose. There is, however, one thing that we really don’t have any excuse for not having. Secular governance.
My wife’s kin are what is wrong with America.
They support tea-party Republicans even though they’re all in lower economic brackets and get the shit kicked out of them financially every time a conservatives in the White House. They piss and moan about how crap the democrats are to the economy, then turn around and spend the EXTRA money they get FROM democrats in their disability cheques on video games, strip joints and food that would make a sumo worry about his weight.