Neanderpundit

A fucktard writing for a gossip rag takes umbrage with someone who uses his brain for a living.

Here’s a clue for you, Mr Wolcott: When you have spent a MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE producing something useful- say, a toaster, or a chair, or a piece of computer code that someone finds useful, you have business criticising those of us who do. Until then, let me remind you of something my father- a man whose ball sweat you are unworthy to sample- told me years ago: “Them who can’t do, teach. Them who can’t teach? earn their living writing. Them who can’t earn their living writing? are critics.”

You have to go read this:

Mike Adams, a new columnist in my book, has taken the time to splain to one of his students why he did poorly in his class.

Now, I’ve written a few things.

Mike, on the other hand, grabs this entitlement-class white trash snot by the collar (figuratively, of course) and gives him the lowdown on education, absenteeism, and gaming the system, while writing a good hunting story, lampooning Petards, cracking wise about blind lesbians, and feeding the underpriveleged. It’s like watching a one-legged man actually WINNING an ass-kicking contest. Then he offers a lesson in hunting and real life, which doubtlessly the student would decline. Especially good are the comments, which show off the mental prowess of all the skeeving fucktards that you might expect who disagree.

Hat tip Nathan, who ganked it from Kathy Shaidle

Deliverance on AMC. I’m always amazed by this movie- by the fact that people were suprised by the inbreeding, by the way the city folks were shocked at the way the backwoods folks acted, by the youth of John Voight and Burt Reynolds.

On the other hand, let’s let the Blue Staters keep thinking this is what the Red States are like.