So as I post, this debate in Toronto is already fifty minutes underwazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Of course, I’m skipping it — I made plans already to more enjoyably shoot carpet staples into my gums –but this hashtag, #munkdebate, at least offers a helpful guide to assholes on Twitter, and yeah, I mean on both sides. Do the rubes ever get tired of earnestly following this nonsense? I realize that life affords upper middle class white people ever fewer opportunities to get deep up inside their colons, but can they just, like, do more yoga or something? Must they be so publicly credulous and dull?
Anyway, as part of my Iconic Left Cessation program, I am trying to restrict myself mostly to mockery, rather than earnestly demonstrating what a reactionary, self-serving, lying piece of shit Glenn Greenwald is. So to that end, I offer two lesser known characters from the Warner Brothers cartoon heyday, Sam Sheepdog and Ralph Wolf, in Punching the Clock and dedicate it, with all due respect, to Greenwald, Hayden and Co. May the best man walk out in front of a bus or something.