Posted By LambChop
When November 11th rolls around, most folks remember Veteran’s Day – the lives of those changed …and lost…defending a nation well worth defending.
What most don’t know is that November 11 is also the birthday of celebrated Moonbat Baby Boomers’ dead liberal icon - Kurt Vonnegut. The mustachioed Vonnegut is known for his “satirical humor.” Of course, in order to find Vonnegut funny you have to be in on the joke. He hated his family of origin, was a crappy father to his three orphaned nieces and nephews. He frequently claimed to have academic achievements he did not have. Vonnegut’s later years were spent in alcoholic psychosis lamenting the death of his bar mates and fighting with his wife.
As a writer, Vonnegut was terribly overrated, often re-using characters from other writings and overworked plot lines with the self-deprecating outcast placed in absurd situations. Except for liberal professors, Vonnegut is more of flash in the pan in a decade of cultural waste – the 1970s. His anti-war shtick was perfect for the peaceniks at the time, but his commentary did nothing to elevate or even gin up an intelligent debate.
Vonnegut’s claim to fame was surviving the infamous WW II Battle of Dresden. At 23, he was captured by the Germans and imprisoned beneath the city of Dresden, witnessing the events of Feb. 13, 1945, when the Allies firebombed Dresden in a massive air attack that killed 130,000 people. Devoid of a warm regard for humanity, Vonnegut’s drivel was hijacked by the anti war set, so vogue in the 1970s when gender bending coke fiends and braless coeds embraced his litany of average literature. Publishers and academics loved Vonnegut who they believed reflected the “mood” of the nation. Of course these academicians were as absurd as the repurposed characters in a Vonnegut novel - picture a bearded male Jane Fonda sporting camel’s hair jacket with elbow patches, marinated in a PHD in The Ethos of Marxist Photography and Literature, straddling a Viet Cong anti-aircraft cannon with an IQ above 120 but lower than 135.
The only really prescient statement Vonnegut ever uttered was this: "Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armour and attacked a hot fudge sundae."
So I will not attack Vonnegut – I will merely ridicule his diehard fans.