I'm not going to link it directly, but via Boing Boing, one Michael Goldfarb is making the case that progressives who read Daily Kos are like tweeners playing Dungeons & Dragons in mom's basement. Now, the knee jerk reaction here would be to state "But I'm not playing D & D in my mother's basement!" But you know what? I'm not going to play that role and I'm not going to be nice.
Mr. Goldfarb was one of the original PNAC boys, the lovable neoconservative guys and gals who dreamed up and then whined for an invasion of Iraq starting in the late 1990s, claiming it would be decisive, quick, cheap, and easy. If that sounds familiar, it's because these are the very same opportunistic assholes who used a bogus WMD threat to stampede a spooked nation into their cherished war on Iraq in the traumatic aftermath of 9-11. When the wheels fell off their experiment and it ground to a brutal halt on the streets of reality, true to neocon form, they scattered and ran hitherto, pointing fingers at the CIA, the Democrats, blaming anyone and everyone else for their giant, massive, bloody Baghdad fuck-up, once it became clear what a colossal fuck up it was.
Mr. Goldfarb, please accept this with all the venom and hostility you can conceive of: D & D players don't scare me. They hang out quietly in dorm rooms and apartments playing their RP game hurting no one. You and your friends at PNAC on the other hand stand guilty of practicing gross fatal global negligence to a degree so grotesque I would not have thought it possible in this modern nation. You and your friends started a war you cannot finish, now you blame it on those who warned against it, you did this at a cost to date of over four thousand US soldiers' lives and growing every week, tens of thousands wounded, a hundred thousand or more dead, innocent Iraqi civilians1; all bought and paid for by almost one-trillion US tax dollars. You started this bloody cluster-fuck against the wrong nation and, in the process, helped allow the masterminds of 9-11 get away scot free.
Mr. Goldfarb, Mission Accomplished, sir.
Better to play D & D well as an adolescent, than play a shitty game of Risk as an adult. Yes, you played Risk, Mr. Goldfarb, only you played with real blood and guts, just not of course, your own. You played Risk, Mr. Goldfarb, you mendacious twit, and you play it poorly, and you have lost. May whatever deity you worship have mercy on what's left of your rotten soul.