More Running To Mommy

I touched on this subject Saturday, discussing Carrie Prejean and Sarah Palin, and also wrote about it at some length in an August 31 piece, entitled, “Running to Mommy,” but basically, I’m getting a little tired of the phenomena of Republicans (and I include Joe Lieberman of course….) behaving badly for no other reason than the political gain that might be mined from the expected and keenly desired backlash.  It’s something like a three year-old who throws a tantrum, except these particular three year-olds rehearsed the whole thing and already have a battery of media appearances prescheduled to recast, say, “the cookie incident” in their favor, before it even happens, and soon the parents are the ones on trial.  Parents of normal three year-olds should count themselves lucky, for a change, that such a thing only happens on TV.

Victimhood for one’s own reprehensible behavior is the new black, especially on Fox, and boy is it a flattering look, if you’re into that sort of thing.  The latest example is typically telling.  It seems some 24 year-old dick in Massachusetts, one Peter Vadala, decided to stop just looking at Carrie Prejean, and go ahead and become her, thus henceforth putting these momentous matters into his own sticky hands.  Of course, being not anything close to a beauty contestant, his only available offensive tantrum venue was the lowly Brookstone store at Boston’s Logan airport, where he was until recently employed as a manager.  Undaunted by the still-long odds of developing iconic victimhood status and the fact that he was considerably less attractive than Prejean, he cast aside worries about holding onto his job in this economy, and opted to loudly berate a co-worker for her sexuality as an expression of his Christian “free speech,” just like Carrie, who was also dumb enough, and as scantily employed, that she too thought getting fired would constitute a career move.

The stars and planets were lining up for him, this ignorant goomba thought, when a fellow manager assaulted his no doubt virgin ears with talk of her engagement to her female partner.  (Note to goomba:  Women are often annoyingly into talking about this engagement thing, whether straight or lesbian, and we all have to just put up with it.  This is rule #2 for all heterosexuals, after learning rule #1 about the toilet seat…)   But evidently having not a lot of experience with non-pixelated women, nor anything resembling manners, Vadala sharply condemned his fellow manager, calling her a “deviant” and later told Human Resources that he “hated people like that,”  who lived the “homosexual lifestyle.”  Hey, Peter Vadala, you’re an airport shopgirl, not a frigging lumberjack;  you live the “homosexual lifestyle.”  Try to remember that in future conversations, in the unlikely event that you can, or have any.

As you’d hope, Vadala was fired, and Brookstone was grudgingly forced to dip into the 15,000 applications that were waiting for his job, but Peter Vadala had a bigger plan, and as you can imagine, it involved Fox News.  Fox News is the one place where being an asshole is pretty much the only First Amendment guarantee worth fighting for, and it’s no wonder.  Fox was born in the same fetid incubator as Richard Nixon, who gloried in the possibility that some atrocious action he had taken might spark politically beneficial TV violence, and its new spokemodel  Karl Rove labored in the CREEP election of 1972.  Today, the “movement,” more accurately described as a psychology, that these charlatans devised, is so addicted to hurting and attacking others that to survive morally it must constantly goad the other side into casting a stone, which it will always declare to be the first.  The military strategies reinforce, as they are designed to, this mentality.  We’re right, you’re wrong; and if you don’t like it, suck on this.  And saying such a bravely honest thing of course makes me a tortured martyr.  Good.  Luck.  With.  That.

Bush and the Republicans were tossed out, we lost both wars, we tanked the economy, and we’re a pauper state because, basically, we let the three year-olds take over.  If it takes Brookstone to teach us that lesson, I’m still all for it.  Vadala may harbor whatever ignorant claptrap he cares to in his undoubtedly substandard brain, but it doesn’t entitle him to a platform for it in the workplace, or much of anywhere where decent people congregate.   Mrs. Vadala?  You seriously fucked up with your son.  Please take him away at your earliest convenience.  A basement is a terrible thing to waste.

20 Comments

  1. nailheadtom says:

    The Puglian blood in my veins boils when I read your “goombas”, you trashy figlio di puttana. Why not mix in a “guinea” or “wop” while you’re at it. And, once again, you devote a dump truck full of your pseudo-literary verbiage and tenth degree linkage on a truly meaningless non-event. Must have been a slow day down at the plasma center.

    • cocktailhag says:

      As expected, you demonstrated just the behavior I was pointing out. Thanks. Just as my mother, mindful of the cruel stereotypes to which we Irish Catholics were subjected, railed on us to watch the booze and temper, Vadala’s mother ought to have urged him to stop overcompensating for his small penis and cut the dismissive attitude toward women, both of which were just the unfortunate component of his genes. No guy has a right to be an asshole, except you apparently. Your mother also failed.

    • timothy3 says:

      Christ, do you just sit idly by waiting for the Hag to post? As for meaningless non-events, that’s pretty much what it’s like expecting you to pen something unpredictable.

      CH:

      But evidently having not a lot of experience with non-pixelated women, nor anything resembling manners, Vadala sharply condemned his fellow manager, calling her a “deviant” and later told Human Resources that he “hated people like that,” who lived the “homosexual lifestyle.” Hey, Peter Vadala, you’re an airport shopgirl, not a frigging lumberjack; you live the “homosexual lifestyle.”

      I’ll bet that guy is a metrosexual, if by that we mean “he who takes rapid transit to work and studies the Good Book along the way.” Then, of course, he clocks in and demonstrates the lessons learned by assaulting a fellow manager (and God help the employees who served under his enlightened tutelage).

  2. skeptic says:

    What interesting images, ‘Hag!

    Sounds more like the stars were misaligned, though. Rather than lining up for him, they may have been ganging up on him.

  3. nailheadtom says:

    ” Hey, Peter Vadala, you’re an airport shopgirl, not a frigging lumberjack; you live the “homosexual lifestyle.”
    ____________________

    Apparently, this means that males that work in retail are, if not actual queers, then living as queers. How dismissive, and stereotypical. Maybe you should point this out to all the “airport shopgirls” the next time you go to pick up someone that could afford a ticket. And lumberjacks are all heterosexuals. Another statistical improbability.

    • cocktailhag says:

      Well, unlike you, who have apparently never held a job, I worked through college and high school in the retail and food service industries, and there was a lot of diversity there, enough to render bigots inadmissible. That was twenty years ago. Please, read a book or newspaper.

      • dirigo says:

        Oh, by the way, as a native Bay Stater, I can assure you all, and the nation, there are virtually no lumberjacks operating within at least 50 miles of Greater Boston (maybe even 100 miles).

        • dirigo says:

          Many people, both men and women, wear plaid shirts however.

          Quite a few wear them at Logan Airport during the deep winter, to have something warm on to fly to Florida.

    • Pedinska says:

      Apparently, this means that males that work in retail are, if not actual queers, then living as queers.

      I wonder what it means that you spend so much time waiting on Hag’s posts that you are practically, if not actually, the first commenter. Tim3 isn’t the only one who’s noticed your little obsession.