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Jett Superior laid this on you on || March 10, 2003 || 11:23 pm

Knee-jerk, Falling Down moments come when I should probably maintain as much composure as possible in order to get my message across. But then I suppose that were I the maintain-composure-at-specific-times kinda gal, I would not be the charming soul that you all have come to know and love. Okay, know and tolerate sometimes, love sometimes.

I’ve been known to click on a random link or two here in my travels around Cyberia. I’ve found things (weblogs, most especially) of intrigue, of interest, of inanity. Of course, I find things of ignorance, too. Ignorance sometimes grates me, but sheer thoughtlessness and stupidity infuriates me like damn near nothing else. There is no excuse for carelessness. NOT ONE.

So I was looking in on a pal and I happened to follow a link from his comments area. What I found was this post, an excerpt of which follows:

But I’m now in Tom Green territory. One of the language options is Tourette Syndrome, or at least a programmatic approximation of it. Really offensive words/phrases, randomly interspersed with the regular text of this blog’s entries.

Is it offensive? Quite possibly. Is it funny? Depends on the beholder (or, you know, behearer or whatever). Am I taking it down?

Nope. You don’t like it? Switch back to Plain ol’ English. Nobody’s making anyone do anything here.

Anyone who reads this blog on a semi-regular basis (especially those that have been coming around since its inception nearly three years ago) knows that I have a son with Tourette Syndrome. You same folks also know that I don’t highlight it as an exceptional part of our lives. It’s just something that is, like breathing and blinking. It’s another part of the whole, and I’m pretty fucking blessed as a person, so I don’t get mired down in self-pity over it. As I’ve said before, the kid’s not dying and TS isn’t the be-all, end-all in our home. It’s hardly given a nod in my blog entries because it’s hardly given a nod in meatspace.

As a whole, you’d be a wee bit fibbish if you were to tell anyone I’ve got particularly thin skin. I don’t have much in the way of love for All Things PeeCee. Preaching to the choir a little bit more, I don’t think much of censorship in any form. Free will and expression of same ranks high on my list of things to protect. I don’t have to subscribe to your beliefs/views any more than you have to subscribe to mine. As a matter of fact, there are people on my links list that I think are amazing and we have certain thoughts and opinions that stand diametrically opposed.

Some of those same people are those that I hold in the highest regard.

There is such a thing as common decency, though, and I was enraged to see this man’s glib treatment of something that is so hellish to so many people. I’ve written of this and things relating to it before, because I’m all about getting the word out where I can. Hell, the Tourette Syndrome Association was my chosen charity for the Blogathon last year. My son even granted an interview to me for that endeavor. As naive as it may sound, I think that every situation comes with certain degree of responsibility, especially if you’re not all about being a victim. The key to making every Touretter’s life easier is information, and I’m always ready to answer questions. I never turned a kid away at the ballfield last year; instead, I sat and patiently fielded their questions. I was glad I did, because simple, direct information allayed the fears and concerns and curiosities of my son’s peers and their parents. I spoke with my son’s best friend for over an hour via phone one night as my child lay, drugged and snatching blessed bits of sleep, on the sofa. The boy called, upset, not knowing how he could help his friend, what he may do that had potential for harm.

“Tell you what, Jay. If he does something great, tell him so. If he does something to make you angry, fuss at him. Do everything you normally do. And, you know, you can ask him what he thinks he needs from you. That’s okay, too. That’s what best friends do.”

“Yeah,” he said, “that’s what my mother said, too.” God, how I love that kid’s mom. If I ever decide to bat for the other team she may just be one of the first ones I call.

But I digress, as I’m straying off-topic. Back to Me in all my Fit-Pitching Glorytm. I was incensed a bit earlier (kinda still am, really…) because I think it was stupid and irresponsible of this (supposedly grown) man to insert the code for what he considers an amusement into his website. An ‘amusement’ that pokes fun at people with a very complex, never-any-two-cases-the-same, frustrating neurobiological disorder. It made (and still makes) me so mad because he KNEW. He fucking KNEW, somewhere in his squidgy little organ called a heart, that this was wrong. Why, otherwise, would he have posted a DISfuckingCLAIMER??

It appears that he has a kid, so I’d like to pose the question to Mister DickThoughtless: If your child had a peg leg, would it be okay for me to invite him/her over to use as a lawn ornament? If he/she had cancer, would it be rude of me to ask if you shine his/her groovy bald pate for the purpose of styling your own full head of hair? Would that, O Prince of Shitheads, be too goddamn insensitive?

Yeah, well….despite the notice on his site that, “Comments about the offensiveness of the content will either be ignored or publicly ridiculed, according to our whim.” I plunged in headlong, because it’s what I’m famous for. And here is what I wrote:

Yeah, it’s pretty fucking funny until your seven-year-old son is diagnosed with it.

It’s pretty goddamned funny until, on the cusp of puberty at age ten, the often-cagey disorder comes roaring forth and you are afraid to go to sleep for fear he’ll wake up ticking and harm himself.

It’s pretty fucking funny when your kid, who has an exceptionally high IQ and excellent grades, cannot be afforded special curriculum adjustments at school when he misses two weeks due to dystonic tics that leave him drawn up and birdlike….because, ‘his grades have not suffered quite enough yet.’

It’s also pretty goddamned funny that the general public is so fucking IGNORANT of this disorder and assumes that everyone with it displays coprolalia. THAT, you sillly fuckpuddle, is the tic that ONLY ten to fifteen percent of Touretters are plagued with…the one that causes uncontrollable spewing of epithets.

I can handle humor. Humor has gotten us through the days when my kid isn’t your ‘normal’, happy-go-lucky little dude. What I CANNOT stomach is thoughtless cruelty, you emotionally gimpy bastard. Childlike humor, my ass. The children at my son’s school could teach you a thing or two.

As an afterthought:

….and it’s the Tourette Syndrome Association, you fucking feeb.

You can find it at http://www.tsa-usa.org . You should visit there and learn something.

This motherfucker, I don’t know him, but I despise him and those of his ilk: “Hyuck-hyuck, it don’t involve me, it don’t concern me, so it’s purdy fucking FUN-ny.”

Were Mister DickThoughtless standing in front of me, I’d be mildly compelled to wrap my hands around his fucking neck and squeeze, effectively crushing his windpipe and smiling with glee as he sucked in vain for wind. The world is long on assholes (I mean, come onnnnn…he thinks The Olive Garden is haute cuisine!) and I for one don’t think he’d be missed much.

17 worked it out »

  1. Keith Morris 3.11.2003

    Dude. What a fucking loser, that guy.

     
  2. Deltus 3.11.2003
     
  3. tel 3.11.2003

    what an ass. I think “funny” is when people confuse being stupid and irreverent with being well-informed and cynical. if he knew what he was talking about with the whole TS thing, it might have been worth overlooking and writing off as merely insensitive. too bad this cocksucker will never understand that the problem is, he doesn’t know what he’s even making fun of (and thus perpetuating a false stereotype).

     
  4. CJ 3.11.2003

    As a 19 year old with TS, it really bugs me that the whole world equates it with spouting uncontrollable epithets. Thankfully, I am on the lighter side fo the disease, but MAN that just burns my biscuits that people can be so idiotic.

    I did, however, get to experience the full-blown effects of the disease when they put me on Dexadrine…. Whoo. I went in-fucking-sane. It is what got me diagnosed, though. Blessing in disguise.

    May the assmunch get flesh eating bacteria on his testicles, is all i have to say to Mr. Thoughtless.

     
  5. tel 3.11.2003

    I do, however, feel a little guilty about making fun of the Piglatins. I’ve had my Google interface set to Piglatin for months now, and I just can’t bring myself to change it back.

     
  6. Deltus 3.11.2003

    How sad it is to read these comments. The funny thing is, if Jett Superior would have commented or emailed me and had any semblence of civility, and explained her son’s condition and that perhaps I didn’t understand just how offensive it would be to people more familiar with TS, then asked if I wouldn’t mind terribly taking the language option down, I would have seriously considered it.

    Instead, I am called some very awful names, Jett tells how she would like to choke the life out of me with her bare hands, and commenters on her site say how they wish my testicles would be infested with the flesh-eating bacteria.

    Don’t get me wrong: it doesn’t hurt my feelings. You can’t make me feel bad in such a manner, because you haven’t given me a reason to care about your opinions or feelings.

    Always with the vinegar, never with the honey…

     
  7. Deltus 3.11.2003

    How sad it is to read these comments. The funny thing is, if Jett Superior would have commented or emailed me and had any semblence of civility, and explained her son’s condition and that perhaps I didn’t understand just how offensive it would be to people more familiar with TS, then asked if I wouldn’t mind terribly taking the language option down, I would have seriously considered it.

    Instead, I am called some very awful names, Jett tells how she would like to choke the life out of me with her bare hands, and commenters on her site say how they wish my testicles would be infested with the flesh-eating bacteria.

    Don’t get me wrong: it doesn’t hurt my feelings. You can’t make me feel bad in such a manner, because you haven’t given me a reason to care about your opinions or feelings.

    Always with the vinegar, never with the honey…

     
  8. Deltus 3.11.2003

    Sorry for the double-post in the comments. I refreshed the wrong browser window.

     
  9. Jett 3.11.2003

    Oh, now he takes the ‘pity the insufferable heathen’ tack. Just give us all one big fucking break, Bob.

    If you don’t care one whit about my thoughts/feelings, then why are you here in my comments TWICE, directing me to your (many-quotes-out-of-context) response and then explaining yourself further?

    …and to answer your (pfft) rebuttal, you OBVIOUSLY didn’t read the archive posts that are linked, where it so cleanly and plainly states that we choose not to allow our son to be a victim, instead opting for openness and humor. Would it kill you people to cover a bit of background before stuffing your foot further down toward your colon?

    As to your hypocrite charge regarding the weather post, I come from a military family. I have many military friends. I have people near and dear to me all OVER the globe in uniform. Some of them are waiting to defend your fucking right to eat at Olive Garden this very minute, Bob. If you knew anything at all about me or the history of this website, you’d realize, dear buffoon, that I was not making fun of any imminent carnage, but of our yokel weatherman….the one that couldn’t give two shits about where EyeRack is any other day of the year, much less how much fucking precip it gets.

    Why do you give a diddly fuck WHAT my readers say with regard to you? Yours are over there in your comments calling me all sorts of names that don’t apply. I take no offense at ‘jackass’ and ‘bitch’ and such, but calling me peecee (as anyone who reads this here site can attest to) and such is WAY off-base. Thin-skinned is more than laughable as well.

    And oh yeah, I have a hotmail account because that’s all we poor white trash can afford with our foodstamps. I understand that you’re a snob on the web, BOB, and I’m okay with that. You be okay with it, too. There, there.

    And yes, Bob, I stand behind the sentiment that if you were in front of me when I fell across the nonsense on your piece of shit website (in search of a random, good read, no less) I would be ‘MILDLY COMPELLED to wrap my hands around his fucking neck and squeeze, effectively crushing his windpipe and smiling with glee as he sucked in vain for wind.’ There again with the misquote. I quoted you VERBATIM on my site, Bob. Why you afraid to offer me that same courtesy?

    Because you have no fucking leg to stand on. Shitheel.

     
  10. Jett 3.11.2003

    And oh yeah….

    tel: you SO get it, as do several others that have called and e-mailed to say so.

    bob: you’re a fucking LIAR when you pander to your readership and tell them that you would’ve taken it down if I’d only opened a civil discourse with you. It says RIGHT THERE in the original post (which, again, I’ve done you the service of copying verbatim here),

    “Am I taking it down?

    Nope.”

    Who’s the REAL hypocrite here, Bob?

     
  11. tj 3.11.2003

    I’m a regular reader of bob’s site. And from all this back and forth about what’s funny and what’s not, I’m going to at least try to pull away more knowledge of Tourette’s Syndrome. Having never dealt with anybody with TS (not knowingly anyway), I honestly thought it was just the spouting of obscenities without control. Now that I know it involves much more than that, I’m going to try to inform myself.

    However, the random spouting of obscenities is still funny to me … even if you call it “potty mouth disorder” because I enjoy a bit of the toilet humor every once in a while.

     
  12. Jett 3.11.2003

    tj: THANK you. that is SO what this is all about for me.

    as to random spoutings of obscenities, I fall prey to that and I’m what my doc deems ‘healthy as a fuckin’ horse, girl’. No TS required. >:o)

     
  13. Deltus 3.11.2003

    Jett, I was going to craft yet another response for you. I stopped, though, and took stock of the situation. I came to the conclusion that this minor little blip on my cognitive radar simply is unworthy of further attention. Thus, I won’t be addressing any further points or rebutting your most recent missives, save this:

    If you can craft me an email message that is at least as long as your original comment on my website, with the following characteristics:

    a) free of both vulgarity and sarcasm;

    b) written in a civil tone;

    c) explains how a person such as myself, with no experience with TS, might not understand how very offensive the TS language option is; and

    d) asks me politely if I would consider removing it, for decency’s sake

    and I see that you are really trying the “honey” approach rather than the “vinegar” approach, I will remove the TS language option.

    Consider carefully. What is it that you really, truly want to happen? Do you want to continue with language and imagery that far exceeds the TS language option of my website, or do you want the TS language option gone, and in effect, you win? Are you a big enough person to do that? I’m not even asking for an apology here, just the civil request that should have come first, which would have prevented this whole thing. BTW, including a picture of your son in the email will go a long way. I happen to love children.

    I leave the decision of whether the TS language option will come down or not to you.

     
  14. Unxmaal 3.12.2003

    From reading his comments, I can tell that Bob’s a soft, silky, whey-faced whiner who’s never had to deal with anything more emotionally scarring than an ingrown pube or his mommy not buying him the BLUE BMW.

    He’s so narcissistic that he can’t fathom any trouble that exists outside his own infantile world

    So, it’s ok for Bob to be crude and lowbrow when he thinks that nobody’s looking, but when he gets caught with his peepee in the goat’s ass, he becomes “Mr. Intellectual”.

    Even worse, he expects Jett to “craft” content for his weblog.

    What he doesn’t [and probably will never] understand is: he fucked up. He wrote something foul and humorless, just to have something to write about, and he posted to a public forum.

    And he got caught.

    Rather than owning up and saying “Hey, sorry about that post. It was crude and I’m an oaf,” he panicked and frantically tried to control the damage.

    “Nobody will think I’m stupid if I pretend that I’m smart.”

    The remainder of his comments here are merely part of his damage control. They don’t include an apology, or a retraction, or even a reasoned explanation of his actions.

    Instead, they include a petty way to gather more traffic for his site.

    What’s the best way to punish a stats whore?

    Lower their stats.

    For those of you who link scratchingtheitch.com, you might consider removing that link.

    And you might consider spreading the word.

    Be sure not to post an actual hyperlink, because Bob craves any publicity he can get, even if it is attention in the form of “hey check out this goatfucker!”.

    Jett, there’s no need to give this guy anything. Not an email, not another word, not a link. Consider removing the front-page in-post link to him as well. I’m sure he’s gotten a few hits from it.

     
  15. tel 3.12.2003

    I was gonna say something wordy, and then I decided to not say anything at all…except for something extremely wordy. It’s not worth giving you the attention. Except for when it is, because it makes me feel even more self-important. And I like overusing cliches because to me they are clever turns of phrase, because I’m a moron. Now what do you *really* want?

    (this summary of all previous Bob posts brought to you by The Bullshit Filter.)

     
  16. Delmer 3.12.2003

    With all due respect to the seriousness of the issue:

    I have said it before, and I will say it again:

    anything is funny until it’s “YOUR” ox that’s gored.

    If a person with family in Iraq saw the recent “shitstorm” comment on this site, they probably wouldn’t find such humor amusing, regardless of the author?s assurances it was a ?pretty decent funny?.

    (BTW, I do ask that nobody take my comments as advocating the TS generator, the guy who posted/wrote the script, let alone interpret my blurb as being some form of war protest.)

    I have been working 12 to 14 hour days, (on salary) so it’s painfully obvious I am not the sharpest tool in the shed. What I am is good at watching and (occasionally) understanding people. As such, I can say with some conviction, that pretty much everyone has made light at another person’s misfortune.

    Does this make the TS generator “right”? nope.

    How about a joke regarding some poor bastard’s world going to shit? nope.

    A final thought before I fade back into the nether worldly depths I have made for myself…

    we fight the

    fire, while we’re feeding the flame

     
  17. Delmer 3.12.2003

    damn I am tired.

    “we fight the fire, while we’re feeding the flames”

    from the previous post was supposed to be a hyperlink to:

    http://carcino.gen.nz/images/index.php/00b9a680/463c5922

    —–

    g’night.

     

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