Doing What in a Barrel?

A couple of days ago, my lovely girlfriend wrote a truly beautiful article. It is funny. It is true. She found a way to look at the things going on here that highlights the notion that this place is a parody of itself.

What more could I want from an article? Not much really but still reading it and thinking about the situation left me feeling mildly dissatisfied. Making fun of people who are too daft to realize just what is being made fun of seems like shooting fish in a barrel. Sure, the first time it might be fun. One might feel the thrill of blasting away with a big long metal tube. The volume of the explosion might be exciting. Looking at the fish splattered into an inedible form might amuse some. But, I don't really like guns and I don't thing the simile is a good one. The victims don't understand that they've been shot. They persist in their behavior. So, what? They ought to be free to do many of the things they do. I don't have to like them. I don't have to be here. You may notice that I am often not here. See. I'm free. Other entities can be too.

So, what might be a better simile? No well known cliché popped into my mind. So, I made up a new one. It is possible to make up new things. I think it is easier than copying something wholesale. I think it is easier because it is more fun. It makes me glad I'm me instead of one of the victims of the rampant satires raging across this site.

I suppose for the sake of making this article have some content, I should type the new cliché in here. So, I will.

The current round of satires strike me as being like whacking turds in a barrel. This is a pretty accurate portrayal of the situation. Before writing a satire, one has a barrel of stinky poo. One writes the satire which interferes with the poo. It breaks it into a couple of pieces. A few chunks fly up and maybe land on something that one didn't want covered in crap. And, afterwards, on is left with a barrel of stinky poo just like what one had to begin with.

And, that's that. Oh. And, look: I didn't change either. I still have a degree of self-awareness and I'm still writing about poo. I think that topic suits this place.