Sunday, June 5, 2011

IT GETS WORSE

Yesterday I pissed and moaned about Sarah Palin whom while visiting Paul Revere's home town completely got wrong who he was when asked. Today I didn't even get mad when she told Chris Wallace on Fixed Noise that she didn't "mess up about Paul Revere", (Yes she did, big time) and that the faithful supporters gotcha media got her again.

But what does make me mad is when the Queen of Stupid's brain dead followers try to revise actual history so it matches the stupid shit this stupid twit says.

That's right, Palin supporters tried to edit Wikipedia's Paul Revere page to match what Sarah Palin said. Because if Sarah Palin said it, it must be true, right?

But if it isn't ... well then, we'll just have to make it true.

Fortunately, Wikipedia realized what was going on, locked the page and told the people involved in the discussion section to knock it off. There's always Conservapedia!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Things that make me tear my hair out and scream

"He who warned, uh, the…the British that they weren’t gonna be takin’ away our arms, uh, by ringin’ those bells and um by makin’ sure that as he’s ridin’ his horse through town to send those warnin’ shots and bells that uh we were gonna be secure and we were gonna be free…and we were gonna be armed." -- Sarah the half governor Palin

When I began writing Pierian Spring it was a labor of love for me. Historical fiction once upon a time was very popular; I still love to read it. It's faded in popularity though for fantasy in recent years. What this means is even though I have 56,000 words dedicated to a work of fiction set against the Boston Tea Party that I've enjoyed writing, I accept that there may be no market for it.

But when people who think they deserve the chance to run for the highest political office in our country can't even get one of the best known historical events of the American Revolution right, and she happens to be standing in the man's home town where it happened when she makes said blunder makes me hope that maybe, just maybe there is a chance historical fiction might become popular again.

Dare to dream that we can have a president as smart as a 5th grader.