I’m torn about the rodeo clown thing. On the one hand, I’m offended and disgusted by what the clown did, and even more disgusted by the audience of morons cheering him on. But I still don’t want his right to be a blithering idiot taken away, and here’s why:
Because one day Paul Ryan might be President. And as President Ryan goes on his merry way privatizing Medicare and outlawing abortion, there will no doubt be a late-night burlesque show taking place somewhere in Portland, in which Paul Ryan (or someone wearing a mask) will dance seductively in lingerie and a garter belt, simulate sex with the Koch brothers, and then get bent over and spanked with a dildo, as is our way here in PDX. And if Paul Ryan ever becomes President, then goddammit, I really, really want to be able to see that show.
I want to be able to mock the future Republican President just as relentlessly as I did back when W was in power. My concern is that I’m going to have to deal with a bunch of right-wingers whining that “Well, you wouldn’t let us do this with your President!”
The most satisfying revenge against stupid people, including stupid racists, is not to censor them–it’s to give them a proper spanking when it’s their turn.