An especially frequent argument argument, however, is the result of Margret NOT STICKING TO THE DAMN ARGUMENT, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE. Margret jack-knifes from argument to argument, jigs direction randomly and erratically like a shoal of Argument Fish being followed by a Truth Shark. It’s fearsomely difficult to land a blow because by the time you’ve let fly with the logic she’s not there anymore. A row about vacuuming gets shifted to the cost of a computer upgrade, from there to who got up early with the kids most this week and then to the greater interest rates of German banks via the noisome sexual keenness of some former girlfriend, those-are-hair-scissors-don’t-use- them-for-paper and ‘When was the last time you bought me flowers?’ all in the space of about seven exchanges. “Arrrrrrgggh! What are we arguing about? Can you just decide what it is and stick to it?”
The war seems to be bringing out that style of argument in everyone. A Cheese Dip entry linking to a photo of a maimed Iraqi girl inspires a comment condemning spring breakers for having wet t-shirt contests during wartime. A Boing Boing entry on GM’s ad campaign smearing mass transit and insulting its riders led to a rant about someone else somewhere else on the site Boing Boing had linked to having said something grotesque in support of fragging your lieutenant. And the discussion on Boing Boing’s linking to Paul Krugman’s editorial on how a major corporation with close ties to the Bush administration organized a rally to celebrate the destruction of the works of artists who’d dared criticize Bush really made my head spin. The real issue, you see, is a liberal media outlet typically attacking a corporation for engaging in its constitutionally protected right to free speech. Or something.