But first, a semi-relevant Star Wars clip on the topic (just because of the specific verbiage):
Okay, not nearly as relevant as I hoped (unless you're STILL a Star Wars noob and that was a spoiler), but it was fun.
One of the essences of blogging is addressing the myriad points of view that are out there. And I've noticed there are three groups out there. those of the conservative persuasion that are willing to listen (and disagree), those of the liberal persuasion that are willing to listen (and disagree), and the anonymous asshat anonydolts.
The point is that any well-thought out opinion out there has some merit, even if it's wrong. If nothing else, it provides clarity for what you're thinking.
And when we lose these points of view to the trolls (and I can think of bloggers on both sides that have given up) who drive off those who want to share their thoughts, we are diminished as a whole.
So I'm going to say this one more time, especially to those who are pulling back out of frustration or abuse. We bloggers who value opinion are with you. Don't give up. Tell the trolls to go fuck themselves with tinfoil wired to a 220v outlet. Tell them to piss into the wind in crowd of rabid, starved chihuahuas with beef tips hanging from their parts. And then start up the ol' comment moderation. Because no one needs hate.
How this all relates to POV porn, however, is the subject of another, not forthcoming, post that would suck (pun intended). So I'll include a completely gratuitous video instead, especially since it's better than sitting through the love scenes of Episode II:
And on to the asshattery....
I remember my 1983 GMC pickup. It got me through my last two years of college. It was a rusted out piece of shit, but it kept going. It got me around Dayton at ridiculous speeds.
But I'm not buying GM anymore. Same goes for Chrysler (1978 Chrysler Cordoba). I might buy Ford ('77 Mercury Cougar XR7, 1994 Tempo) because they've had the sense to stay away from government bailout venom.
And Rick Wagoner, although he was not the sole reason, or even the main reason that GM is in the shitcan, was the captain that steered the bastard in to Bailout reef. Now GM stands for Government Motors, which, under the innovative boot heel of government, will most likely ditch their profitable lines for cars that will make us pine for that marvel of engineering known as the Yugo.
Rick, you let things get messy. You weren't ready for the gas price spike, despite seeing the mood of the country going toward electing the candidates of fuel-haters in the group known as greenies. And then, seeing how well the Dastardly Bastardly bailout was working, you took the dick of the Bush administration in your mouth, and bent over for the big one coming from behind wielded by Barack Obama (no racial jokes about that analogy please).
So now you're out of a job. Maybe you'll have the sense to move to Florida, where they won't hate you for your money. Or even better, there are countries around the world trying to attract executives. Of course, I'm not sure they'll want you. I hear they hire managers all the time in convenience stores. It's probably not the challenge you're looking for, but I think you deserve it.
So for helping to nationalize our once-proud auto industry, here's a titanium spork so you may eat my ass.