In all fairness, I used to regularly read Oliver Willis before he drank the Kool-Aid or whatever it was that turned him from a moderate sounding liberal (who was quick to call people on the left out for acting like moonbats) to the partisan hack he now is (though most of my reading was for the pics of scantily clad women). That aside, perusing his site recently out of curiosity from this post by Jeff , the comments that ensued, and the allegation he called Michelle insane, reveals how unlike Kryptonite to stupid he really is.
In an argument, fat jokes (no matter how funny) are unacceptable. However, what is acceptable is not addressing the accusation that you are a big fat liar:
When your argument boils down to “ha-ha, you’re fat and you like food” (never mind I’ve never gotten personal with Jeff), it’s like I’ve already won.
I had this argument. In the third grade. It was stupid and asinine then, and it certainly is now.
No, you haven’t won. You just avoided the meat of the post (that you’re a liar). No wonder he takes issue with the joke part, he equates humor about demographics he belongs to with hate.
Other third grade debating tips:
Call someone names, just not fat.
The pot calling the kettle anything but fat: Blogging is getting into the bad habit of omitting easily available information, yet some things are missing here and here.
The I’m-rubber-you’re-glue defense (with a hint of making stuff up): I don’t usually call names, but in this case the smear is so egregious, its needed. No, I don’t agree with the folks who say Bush is to blame, but the people acting as if 9/11 only happened to them are just as bad.
And, lastly, Nanny-nanny-boo-boo your opponent: Hate does make you crazy or, you know, partisan hackery makes you sound crazy.
By the way, I guess I’m running out of stuff to talk about as I have spent the last few days poking other blogs with a stick.