SAD SAX--no futuristic dystopia is complete without him!They are all heart over at Hillbuzz. Proprietor Harvey Bilk, aka Kevin Dujan, exhorted his conservative followers to volunteer one day a year for the USO, with this encouraging call-to-arms:
"Conservatives need to start telling little Susie and Billy they have to miss ballet and hockey ONE DAMN DAY in November and December. There will be plenty of crap for you to buy at Costco the next day, I swear.
It is shameful you invoke God whenever it’s time to judge others but you love sitting on that butt of yours drinking your Pepsi instead of helping people who need it at the holidays."
That was bracing, wasn't it! It certainly frosted Dujan's new Rush-referred audience, as well as some of his regular Sarah Palinophiliacs. Dujan went on, ludicrously (and, as it was a Saturday night, perhaps drunkenly), to insist on his Rev. Moon-like edict, no matter what the real-life situations of his readers, posting simply, "What have you done for the USO?" and "Please elucidate" in answer to offended readers, including the widow of a soldier:
A couple of Hillbuzzers tried to head Harvey (sorry, I just like my name for him best) off from the precipice, but he was bound and determined to jump:
I think that you missed the part where she is a widow of a soldier KIA.
Oh, but Harvey hasn't missed it at all! Why should a soldier's widow get a pass from Harvey on the arbitrary symbolic service Harvey has picked out for her, or anybody, no matter how much they give in their own way, of their own free will?
(Here I would like just to note that no sane person, liberal or not, would accuse conservatives of laziness, or lack of charitable giving; libs may object to conservatives' choice of charities [those promoting the intrusion of church into state, for instance], but it's just plain moonbarking nuts to insist conservatives don't give.)
Hillbuzz loyalists performed thanklessly athletic contortions to excuse Dujan's weirdly inhumane hissy fit:
OK! Not drunk. Meth? Or not enough lithium, perhaps, but not drunk! And so the thread went, a study in group dynamics, peer-pressure, rationalization, and a master-class in passive aggression. "Don't worry," multiple Hillbuzzers reassured the outraged newbies, "it's a troll. It isn't usually like this. This isn't our Kevin."
My good friend Strangeappar8us suggests reading the thread while listening to the theme from North By Northwest, while I find the comments sound best read in Peter Lorre's voice:
"You must...excuse the master....he's not usually like this....he's been under a terrible strain..."
The fearsome KOS has hacked us! It doesn't sound like Kevin at all!--it's a psy-ops trick of Kevin's to toughen us! The excuses knotted up that thread and the open thread after it, but the Hillbuzzards also made clear why the astonishing nastiness and downright loopiness of the USO thread Kevin was no fluke. First, a rare lucid commenter:
Debra Says:
Then, uber-devotees showed how the inherent awfulness that is the Hillbuzz way inevitably makes itself manifest:
Hurt fee fees vs troops who are risking their lives.
I don’t have the ‘holier-than-thou attitude’ and ‘you deserved it’ mantra. I noted the difference that conservatives here take when the snark is pointed at them and rather than liberals. Like it or not. If you can dish it out but you can’t take it…that is hypocritical.
Also the indignation started before the lady with the ‘former husband’ who gave the ‘ultimate sacrifice’ posted. She didn’t really call herself a ‘fallen soldier’s widow’ but when looking at the time stamps. It looks like HillBuzz went down the list of whiners and posted the same basic question.
“What have you done for the troops?”
Like it or not that isn’t an offensive question to ask a military widow even if he saw that she was one.
If anything it honors her husband by a stranger thinking of the troops. Of all the vets I know, the bonding experienced in war and to the soldiers who are still alive, run deep. Without fail they want the men who have passed and are still alive to be appreciated….even if they never served together.
You can still pretend hurt fee fees are more important than appreciating the troops. But I can’t and won’t….military families know the deal. Chances are high your beloved father, husband, son, wife, daughter might not come home during war.
The argument still stands even with the victim card thrown by you. Donating time to troops vs hurt fee fees over a post…ugh…makes my stomach turn it is so lame.
So, finally, we have arrived. Enough with the posturing: to "Karma," and the real true Buzzdolts, Harvey the BlunderGnome is completely justified attacking the fallen soldier's wife; she's playing the victim card!
Playing the victim card brings us to Dujan's original post, which remains deeply offensive for all sorts of reasons not observed by the wounded conservatives:
First, if anybody is so suggestible as to take Dujan's tone of aggrieved martyrdom seriously, then that person would have to conclude that helping people with AIDS is unrelievedly awful. What a disservice to AIDs volunteerism that would be; fortunately, most sensible people will question the veracity of many parts of Dujan's, as usual, unsubstantiated tale of persecution, this time by his "clients:" people with AIDS who hate him for no good reason at all!
"I am not asking you to bring meals to AIDS shut-ins and clean their apartments on holidays – I do that too, it is NOT fun, and the people I do this for are always mean to me and resent me for being healthy."
Those who have actually done the work will know that terribly ill people have their ups and downs, but if the PWAs receiving the tender care of Kevin Dujan universally hate him, something else is happening besides jealousy of his health (nobody could envy his mental health, for instance).
Ingrates! Those terribly ill PWAs are always mean to poor Harvey! And he feeds the homeless, too, even though:
"I am not asking you to feed the homeless – I do that, and it is scary and terrible."
How odd that my experience feeding the homeless (goodwill-purchased bread machine, many homeless men and women enjoying happy still-warm loaves and East Village cheese store bargains--it's still open, btw, go and buy wonderful cheese!--) was heartwarming and restorative to all of us. I feel selfish for enjoying it so much, instead of suffering as Harvey Bilk does when he does something good. Once a year.
It would be hilarious if it weren't so horrid. Richard Dawkins himself would pray for the day of judgement just so the shade of the husband whose wife Harvey and his buzzing ghouls insulted could rise up and stare these grotesques down as devils drag them into perdition.
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