If you are a truther, or one of those “America asked for it” people, I hope you die like this one day.
I mean that.
I’ve meant it since the afternoon of September 11, 2001. I belonged to two writing/technology list-serves back then, and around 1PM all these completely off-topic messages started trickling into my inbox:
“Well, it’s horrible, but maybe now America will know what it’s like to suffer, like all the poor people they pick on…blah blah blah. Looks good on them.”
All such messages were written by women, by the way, women whose self-image was no doubt very pacific, loving and enlightened. I bet they dutifully separate their cardboard from their bottles once a week and everything.
So (before I quit the lists) I typed back:
“I hope you and your family all die in a hijacked plane when it explodes in a flaming ball of jet fuel.”
Reply-All. Click.
You know what people replied? Did they say, “Lay off my family or I’ll beat the crap out of you” or “You sick ****”?
Nope.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”
You know what that really means?
“I didn’t think I WOULD offend anyone, cuz I just automatically assumed everyone shared my anti-American, passive aggressive Canadian liberal b.s. view of the universe.”
And if you are madder at me for writing this post than at the 19 Muslim terrorists who made me write it, you are the real sick one.
