What Can I Say? Wait…I Know
As you may or may not know, fairlane has been putting out the feelers to various writers for the purpose of contributing to his blog. True to form, he works hard to find something to offend everyone, which is just a “mean-spirited” way of saying he wants his blog’s content to be diverse. Since I am an equal opportunity offender and since my views socially, fiscally, spiritually, and epistemologically are, for the most part, out of step with fairlane’s, it just seemed like a good fit for me to become a contributor. To that end, I’m humbled and honored to be a new member of the Jonestown Super Team.
But what’s it all for? Damn fine question, to be sure. Why this column? What do I hope to gain? What the hell is a radical, Christian, Wingnut doing contributing to a radical, (fill in the blank), Moonbat site?
Well, to begin with, I’m a freelance journalist (whatever the hell that means) and because of my journalistic background I get bored writing to please my editor. I get bored writing in AP style…and I get bored writing about everyone else’s life, observations, etc. Also, when your writing is so limited by format, you develop a tendency to be formulaic. Thus, journalists and bloggers alike are in an almost constant battle against burnout. Fairlane’s only condition of my contributing to this site is that I don’t advocate genocide or some other such nonsense. That means, I can be just as random, just as creative, just as whatever as I want to be. I’m hoping the excursion will be therapeutic for me.
In addition, the fact that fairlane and I are close friends is somewhat of a novelty, when you consider that we are diametrically opposed on most issues. Our partnership here is akin to a laboratory experiment, but with a twist: like those wack job mad scientists on the Sci-Fi channel, we are experimenting on ourselves. In this case, both fairlane and I are the ones in the test tube. It will be interesting to see if the Jonestown readership will play Bunsen burner in this scenario.
Since this is a virgin trip for both of us, and probably you as well, it would be a good time to explain a little bit about what you can expect from this column.
Expect to be amused, bored, pissed off, disoriented, and occasionally, you may (God forbid) agree with this writer. So, you’ve been warned. Now that you know a little about me and a little about what to expect, I can no longer be held responsible for your predictable discomfort and those…ahem! “Pass the Maalox, please, quick!” feelings you’ll soon be experiencing. I press onward…
The “Penguin” moniker: what’s that all about? Basically, it’s a symbol for anything, which perturbs our pride, our reason and our moral sensibilities. It will be a welcome surprise if my background alone doesn’t elicit some, shall we say, discomfort among the natives.
After all, conservatives are pretty much synonymous with hypocrisy these days and the fact that a “true” Wingnut would be a featured contributor on a Liberal blog is quite a phenomenon, let alone a Wingnut who endeavors to be honest, consistent, and truth seeking. For that reason, I was going to name the column, “The Honest Hypocrite”, and feature a short video clip of myself dressed in drag and dancing to the theme of Darby O’Gill and the Little People. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darby_O’Gill_and_the_Little_People
But in the end I felt the image of a Penguin floating in my java was more representative of the broad based perturbation occurring in our psyches anytime our pet epistemologies are challenged.
For that matter, any time our neat little philosophical systems are challenged, we get the sense that something “pure” has been defiled. We get the uneasy feeling that the brown, elongated object floating in the punchbowl isn’t some exotic fruit. Nor is it a candy bar. And now that the wind has shifted, we become uncomfortably aware of “an inconvenient truth”: Someone has taken a shit in the punchbowl.
Such will be the flavor and aroma of this column. Bear in mind, you didn’t think there was a damn thing wrong with that punch you were sipping before you realized what was floating in the bowl. The same is true for that penguin infested cup-o-Joe and, perhaps, to a lesser extent, a radical Christian Conservative nutbar column featured on a Liberal blog.
What a world!