I had some fun with my Teabagger patient yesterday...
over the years here I've chronicled a series of discussions which I have had with this guy and his wife who are rabid anti-Obama, extremist, bigoted, members of what used to be called The John Birch Society but now function under different appellations. Yesterday, the lady of the house was a guest of mine at the Dental Pavilion/Bastion of Progressivism that is my office.
She began by telling me that the traitor for whom we exchanged five terrorists is but a smokescreen for other misdeeds perpetrated by the President whom she refers to as "him" or "he" - never a name or his title. She was going on and on about the plot and the cabal of Commies, Muslims, Blacks, and as she would say, "worse" who are supporting him. So I'd abut had enough for one day, what with a dying SIL, a staff member about to have a nervous breakdown from home problems, and a crappy supplier who sent me 5 mm attachments for a case due yesterday instead of the .5 mm attachments, AND the irate patient who was supposed to be attached to those attachments. But I digress...
This was my retort (paraphrased but not by much): You know, you are absolutely right, but all these things, everything you see about you is a smokescreen for the true goings-on which are soon to unfold. None of these things matter: there is a higher-order understanding of something catastrophic which is going to affect the lives of every single organism on the Earth. Why do you think that no one ever questions the NASA missions to Mars? Because we are going to be fleeing the Earth, not many of us, but some, and take up residence on Mars before the Catastrophe occurs. All the apocalyptic films of the past few years are readying the population for the bad news. That is why no one cares any longer, presuming that they ever did for the individual. We are virtually all marked for death and the big shots know it. All these goings-on are machinations to distract us from stopping to realize what is really happening. And relatively soon, perhaps within two generations.
Silence. Dead and complete silence.
Me: So what can I do for you today?
= new reply since forum marked as read
I did it for a while. Most no longer get paid, it's a side gig where the publisher picks up the tab in exchange for reviews. All you have to do is build a portfolio of reviews and food photos, either on your own or better within the confines of a review site like UrbanSpoon, Yelp! or TripAdvisor. (I started out reviewing every restaurant I went to on TripAdvisor, then used those as my portfolio entries.) Then use the portfolio to apply to reviewer jobs for magazines, newspapers and content syndicates.
It would help you immensely to start reading restaurant reviews daily, from a number of sources and reviewers so that you can learn the art of food criticism. Like any creative medium, you really need to consume other people's media to learn before you can do it yourself. As the writer's joke goes: "What do you call a writer that doesn't read?"
"terrible." (alternate punchlines include: "amateur", "dilettante" and "barista"
And I submit that - because so many of us here on the left are actually far better informed and well-read, and invested in the real reality instead of the Pox Noise bubble world, we're probably smarter and apt to be better at mind-fucking these people. That's basically what it is. Crudely named, of course. But that's what it is. Mind-fucking. And because those on the other side are incurious, gullible, and willing to swallow anything that reinforces their cock-eyed based-on-republi-CON-wetdream-fantasy worldview, they're apt to swallow this as well. And then be really messed up about it. Remember those cartoons years ago where the computer or robot or whatever got so overloaded that it went "TILT!"? I imagine a bunch of these know-nothing arriving at that "TILT!" point. And blowing a gasket or two (or 500).
Nice job of thinking on your feet 
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Hahah!
Love that, utterly love it.
- Don't bother running, as it's already too late. Nice knowing ya!
K&R
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seeing the "Bastion of Progressivism" sign, he deserved what he got.
I like it!
She will go tell her husband and they will formulate a plan. That plan will be to build their own rocket to Mars.
They will build it and it will explode, taking half the block with it!
Please tell me you are not in Tucson! I don't want to go boom due to dummies!
OH! Almost forgot! 
