This week, I have seen fit to engage in some old-fashioned contrition and self-recrimination.
Together, we examined our own rotten behavior toward each others’ preferred sainted politicians early in the week. Whether we were condescending to our friends who were excited about Obama’s promises of hope and change, regret that we impugned Romney too hard as an example of a divisive and insensitive billionaire, or just don’t appreciate Trump’s charm and wonderful sense of humor; we faced the past as mature adults and have laid the basis for future healing.
I did invite the entire religion of Islam to participate in some expiation as well, but nobody picked up the phone. Instead, I was left to correct my own typographical errors and thus incurred the need for more self-reproach.
Then there was that Rachel Dolezal post. Seriously, I hate that post. It came about as part of a bad process which started bad because I didn’t especially care about her to begin with and it was bad all the way through. It just looked like “filler”, I guess. Once I finished the post, I thought, “Oh, God, that’s just weak.” Nobody look at that post ever again. It gets even worse in the comments.
I wrote it, like, ten days ago and kept pushing it back because I really didn’t want to publish it. Zoom will vouch for me on this. Yes, that weather post was seen as more valuable than that one. Had I known that we had a more timely post coming from zoom that dealt with the half of the population that’s good at making the other half feel guilty, I wouldn’t have posted it. It would still be lurking, waiting to pounce on this unsuspecting blog with all of its uninspired mediocrity. I guess I can be happy we cut that turd loose already.
It’s pure bedlam among the RVS Editorial Board. For these transgressions, I duly reported myself the RVS Disciplinary Action Committee which is composed of…me…apparently….and directed myself to write this DJ post, which I will hate by the end the day as well, instead of the far more interesting one I had already started.
Oh, and I got some new after-shave yesterday. I opened the bottle and leaned in to sniff it and of course I managed to touch the bottle with my nose and get some in my nostril. From then on, I have had the olfactory sensation of what it must be like to snuggle with a septuagenarian cowboy, ceaselessly. So I think we can all agree I’ve suffered enough. Now it’s my turn to assume the role of Great Inquisitor and evaluate your individual trespasses.
Seek repentance according to the theme. Here is what I’m looking for:
- Songs or albums that the artists who wrote or performed them hated. Do provide details when you go with this one.
- Guilt! Remorse! Ruefulness! Synonyms for those things! Songs which speak of paying your dues.
- Irredeemables. Artists who went beyond the standard rock n’ roll decadence.
As you contribute to the thread, songs are added to this embedded playlist. Punish yourself all day.
Assume the position….for your dedications!
Santino: You mistakenly thought my Discourses thread was about kids, so you get some of the infamous Gary Glitter as our first in the “Iredeemable” category.
pfluffy: You failed women everywhere by going to work on Wednesday. I’ll bet you didn’t even wear red. Whooopash.
westvirginiarebel: You came up with a better thread title on that goddamn Dolezal post and made me look even worse. I mean, I had over a week to come up with something better. Therefore, I will stick you with this. Story: Warrant wanted to title the album “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”, but was pressured by the label to change it. They hated the change and the song.
kevinmkr: You called out the typos that zoom didn’t catch when he added the photo to the post, sending me into a spiral of disappointment and grief this week. You get the Taser, bro.
mashav: You have demonstrated insufficient modesty in accordance with a bunch of crap I just made up. Curb your proud and uppity ways.
zoomwsu: You totally neglected to tell me how bad that Dolezal post was when it was in the queue. Stop me before I do dumb things! For you, the most depressing song on the playlist.
ilovecress: The fuck you been? Yours is a two-fer which meets the requirements of 1 & 2. Story: The band hates this album and they couldn’t blame any of it on Trump that time.
Grendel: You…uh….were on the ball this week. Well done. Pull up a stool next to my Inquisitor Throne so we can judge the guilty over some beer.
Feel the heavy hand of DJ justice across your buns. The only truly unforgivable ones are those who did not participate last week. Want in next week? Share a song.