Leave the funny man alone!

So as most of you know (and those who do not, now you do), I am a huge fan of Wil Wheaton. I feel like I'm a younger, less successful version of him. So I just get out of work, and I'm cruising the intarwebs as I usually do and see one of his Twitter posts (@wilw on Twitter), of his dogs attempting to beg tomato soup from him. I can only assume the dogs wanted tomato soup because dogs want anything that humans eat, not out of any real desire for tomato soup.

This may seem irrelevant to most people, but I rather enjoyed it, since Wil's dogs have such character to them. What caught my eye and inspired me to write this little blurb was THIS comment:

I know a lot of not-Americans read this, which is awesome, so let me clarify: currently there is yet another hurricane bearing down on New England just like Irene last year, named Sandy. Some have speculated that the Christian Taliban is going to shout with glee that this is God's punishment to those pesky blue New England states for not voting Romney, but I digress.

Now for most people, they'd have just blown off this retard and enjoyed Wil's pictures of his silly dogs, but I felt the need to comment. You see, my parents live in central Vermont, and most of my extended family lives there or in Massachusetts and Rhode Island. I am keenly aware of what they are in store for, as I toured the devastation wrought by Irene last year: houses washed miles downriver, flipped completely upside down by the water, fields drowned in feet of mud, roads completely washed away, etc. It was pretty fucking horrible, to say the least. So, Rhiannon: what purpose is served by everyone who doesn't live in that area devoting all their runtime towards worrying about this storm?

I know that people are going to be better prepared this time up there, and I'm not worried for anyone now that they know it's coming, so why shouldn't we post up funny dog pictures? Your 'logic' is escaping me right now. I'm not sure how Wil Wheaton can use his celebrity powers to stop a rampaging hurricane in its tracks, so what exactly should he be doing about it?

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I absolutely hate old people who voluntarily remove their brains from reality. This woman is the definition of The Crazy Cat Lady, and yes, she's 57. Sitting there watching the Weather channel for days at a time hugging your Bible and talking to your imaginary Mexican friend Jesus to save people is exactly what you should be doing, if your goal is to keep yourself from annoying the rest of the intellectual world. Just don't go onto a random celebrity's thinkspace and call him out on living his life ON HIS OWN PAGE, or those of us who rather like that person will give you the following advice: eat a dick.

Levity distracts people from despairing about impending doom, who the fuck are you to tell them they can't laugh at dogs begging for soup? No one, that's who. Go jump in front of a bus, please, for great justice.

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