Note to Ted Rall
Posted By Russ Emerson on June 8, 2004 at 7:37 am
Ted:
I saw what you had to say about Pat Tillman. I have read what you wrote with regard to the late President.
I have seen entirely too much of you. I suspect I am not alone in this assessment.
You should consider yourself fortunate in two respects you may not have previously been aware of:
- As I live nowhere near any place you might frequent, the odds of me encountering you in the street are vanishingly small.
- I have no idea what you look like.
Were I to encounter and recognize you, the remainder of your sojourn on this earth would be measurable in seconds, not minutes.
I would cheerfully snap your twig-like neck, and spit in your face as you struggle and fail to draw your last breath while the world goes forever dark before your eyes.
If you were to show up at my front door with an angry mob at your heels, I would let you in – so that I could do the mob’s work for them.
But I don’t hate you Ted.
That may be a difficult concept for you to grasp. As full of hate as you are, you probably cannot imagine that other people don’t perpetually seethe. You drown in your own bile every day and you don’t even know that, inside, you are as dead as the last Dodo.
I hold you in contempt. I despise your works. I revile your beliefs and until my dying day will work to defeat them.
But I don’t hate you. No.
I pity you.
I pity you as I would pity any poor, dumb animal that were sick or injured, mindlessly hurting itself and all others around it.
As with a rabid dog that simultaneously suffers, and endangers others, I would be inclined to put you down with hardly a second thought.
And if it were ever to happen thus, and I were called to account for it, I would suffer my punishment gladly, knowing I had put a pathetic, wretched creature out of its — and our — misery.
But it’ll never happen – see items 1 and 2 above.
Get some psychiatric help, Ted. It can’t hurt, it might do some good, and if nothing else, the hours you spend with a competent psychiatric professional will be hours in which you do no harm.
I think this is what is meant by a “Red Curtain of Blood” moment. I’d be tempted, but no, I wouldn’t actually harm Ted. Not permanently, anyway. But the rest of what I say stands.
As an exercise in catharsis, this has been quite ameliorative. I’m feeling much better now.