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A SMACKDOWN
(One of several times the internet has forced me to smack down interlopers)
"M," let me put it this way, perhaps the most vivid explanation I can provide.
You go to round-the-clock dinner party at the home of a respected personage, and are free to discuss anything you wish, as long as you behave yourself. Sometime during the salmon bisque you fart at the dinner table...and not an accidental release of gas of the sort we all expel from time to time, but a massive, maladorous, tuba honk that lasts thirty seconds and peels the paper off the walls. Even that could be forgiven, since intestinal buildup is part of the price of being human, but everybody at the table saw you straining for the preceding thirty seconds, and everybody saw you lean to one side, as you prepared to release the methane reservoir. You could have gone to the bathroom and done this quietly, but no, you deliberately made this a spectacle.
You are asked not to do that again.
Five minutes later: another Hiroshima cloud.
This time people say you're being obnoxious.
You say, "Hey. There's no *law* against it. I'm *allowed* to do this. If you didn't want me to fart you should not have served the beans."
Which leads to the reason why this is the behavior of a dick.
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT YOU ARE *ALLOWED* TO DO AND WHAT YOU *SHOULD* DO IF YOU HAVE ANY CONSIDERATION FOR OTHER PEOPLE.
I can make armpit noises for hours, without being arrested, but it's pretty fucking rude to sit down on a park bench next to a nursing mother and poot away.
True. I'm *allowed* to do this. God Bless America.
I shouldn't if I have any consideration for other human beings.
Get it?
July 28 2007
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