Maralyn Lois Polak discovered, much to her horror, that some companies actually ::gasp:: supported Republicans during this last election cycle. Obviously there are companies that donated money to Democrats as well, but those don't really seem to bother her. Hey, it's her money and she can do with it what she damn well pleases. Here's the part that chapped my ass:

Read my lips: Can you spell B-O-Y-C-O-T-T?

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Boo. Fucking. Hoo. Grow up, you pissy little panty waist. I shop where I please, buy what I want and usually ignore which political party a company supports. Hey, I use Windows on my computer at home, even though I'm aware that the candidates Microsoft supports are usually from the Dean/Schumer/Kucinich nutjob wing of their party. Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream gives a portion of their profits to causes I probably wouldn't give to if my hair were on fire, but I sure do like their ice cream. I don't drink coffee from Starbucks, but that's because I don't drink coffee at all. I happen to believe that the money a company earns belongs to it, and it can damn well give money to whatever effing political party it wants. Sure, if I found out that they were investing in child pornography or more episodes of Cop Rock, that would be a different matter; I'd be lighting the torches and sharpening the pitchforks myself. But this obsession with inserting politics into everything has become ridiculous. Here's an FYI: politics ain't life.

It's funny, though. I've been reading Polack's columns at WND for years and she used to be pretty reasonable about most things. Lately, well, she's become unglued. And I can pretty much tell when her brain left the building: when Bush won the 2000 presidential election. Some formerly sensible people became raving, frothing at the mouth loons simply because the guy that they voted for lost. Grow up, you pansies. Lots of people I've voted for have lost; many others have won. When I didn't like the result, I started working towards the next election cycle to try and figure out a way to win. I guess that that is too much like work for some of you. Grabbing your ball and heading home to whine appears to be your favorite modus operandi. Thanks for the heads up; I like to know what kind of people I'm dealing with. Knowing in advance that some of you are children, and whiny brattish ones at that, makes dealing with you a lot simpler. Now go to your chair; you're in timeout.

Posted by: Physics Geek at 04:42 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment
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