Another personage at Gay Patriot has weighed in on the side of righteousness, apple pie and all that’s holy. Throbert McGee – who is frequently funny, but who just as frequently comes across as a pompous and self-impressed twit – has informed J “Man” and I that we are “shitting on the carpet and raping the dog” because of our longstanding commentary feud.
As I don’t care any more about what Throbert McGee thinks than I do what J “Man” thinks, this would scarcely qualify as consequential. Except that it nudges me forward on the path I’d already begun to consider inevitable.
Gay Patriot is, essentially, an Amen Corner. It’s every blog’s right to be what its bloggers want it to be. I’m not sure Dan or Bruce ever intended it to become an Amen Corner, but that is what it has become. Most of the commenters are comfortable with that. Readers who don’t like it are free to leave – and, once they’ve had their fill of it, they do.
Why bother going there to comment anymore? I will change no one’s mind. Those who agree with many of my opinions have already come to enjoy Born on 9-11. Many of the posts at Gay Patriot are still very worth reading, but commenting on them is a largely fruitless experience.
No blogger should need to “shit on the carpet or rape the dog” on anybody’s blog in order to get people interested in her/his own blog. I have better things to do with my time, and as nearly every comment I register there is now challenged, it has become virtually impossible to say anything without getting into a fight.
The rabid attacks only underscore what statism does to its minions. Many of the commenters at Gay Patriot are very anxious to prove themselves “good gays.” They obviously feel dirty and guilty about being gay in the first place. Thus must there be “bad gays” against whom they can continually contrast themselves.
I suppose I get to be a “bad gay,” because I frequently fail to mindlessly bobble-head every opinion the “good gays” express. As I don’t buy into such crap, I don’t care. They are straining to prove themselves to people who cannot stand them, wish their destruction and regard their efforts to please them with contempt. They are welcome to the approval of such people – if they ever get it. They won’t, but that’s their problem, not mine.
I’ve put very little time or effort into this blog, because it ranks very low on the list of projects that occupy me. I’d like to develop it more fully, because I do believe it has the potential to be a relevant and interesting libertarian blog. But there are certainly ways I can do this that don’t involve wasting large amounts of time fighting with people with neurotic compulsions.
I welcome the readers and commenters who found this blog via Gay Patriot. They can still reach me here, and I sincerely hope they will continue to return. But they certainly don’t need, anymore, to go through Gay Patriot to find me.
The social conservatives at Gay Patriot can’t seem to get over the fact that gay leftists don’t include them in their reindeer games. I have no trouble with most gay leftists – probably because it isn’t libertarianism most of them have a problem with, but social conservatism. As I have a problem with the same thing, though there are plenty of matters upon which I disagree with leftists, I’ve experienced very little social discomfort.
I’ve never lost a date because of my political views, and I almost always fit in well at parties. Maybe it means that I’m a great, big, closet liberal. Or maybe it means that the social cons at Gay Patriot are simply obnoxious. After dealing with them on one commentary thread after another, I tend to vote for the latter.
I hope these people eventually prove to themselves whatever the hell it is they’re trying to prove. What would they do without Sonicfrog, Vince, Douglas, Pat, Rusty, Priya Lynn, Yours Truly or any of the other good folks they feel the need to designate as “bad gays?” To paraphrase an old Doritos commercial, they’ll make more.