In the dusty outskirts of Seminole, Texas - just past the cotton fields and under the relentless spring sun - Peter Hildebrand stands outside a gas station, his eyes rimmed red and voice cracking.
There should be someone assigned to follow these stupid sacks of shit around through every waking moment. Any time they try to express an opinion, their minder can slap them into oblivion and remind anyone nearby that these assholes killed their own kid. No tip-toeing around and giving them space to craft their own narrative about what happened, just a perpetual rain of palms on faces until the message sinks in.
“How could the liberals have done this to me?”
There should be someone assigned to follow these stupid sacks of shit around through every waking moment. Any time they try to express an opinion, their minder can slap them into oblivion and remind anyone nearby that these assholes killed their own kid. No tip-toeing around and giving them space to craft their own narrative about what happened, just a perpetual rain of palms on faces until the message sinks in.
Make this your platform and you’ve got my vote
Some day you fine people will realize that none of them care about the noises that come out of their mouths as long as they are the right shape
They aren’t expressing an opinion, they’re expressing whatever they feel will piss off as many people as possible
They don’t craft a narrative, they aggregate ridiculous arguments until you are so exausted of trying to keep up refuting them that you go away
That is their main goal, plan, and purpose
Variation of the Gish Gallop.
Their favorite tactic, labeled as ‘The Firehose of Lies’ as the modern russian implementation
It’s getting harder to believe you’re wrong, day by day.