I posted this to Metafilter a few minutes ago:
>>>>>PASS THIS ON! (emails from the right)
My Right Wing Dad is a new-ish and rather informal blog that aims to provide “a chance for folks to examine the unrestrained rhetoric that is quietly passed from in-box to in-box in America,” by hosting a collection of the emails that form an often untraceable and unacknowledged part of public discourse in the U.S., especially on the Right. Tagged by category (for example: God, college, flag, liberal, and World War II), the amateur archive presents a range of colorful opinion, not all of it strikingly accurate, and some of it offensive. In efforts to understand liberal and conservative habits of communication, it may be worth considering the role of forwarded email in the electoral process, and the reasons that the forwarding of email is popular among some people, and whether this behavior tends to correlate with particular political opinions. The emails hosted on MyRightWingDad may in any case be enlightening, unless you’re already on the forward list of someone in the know.
Have a look at the comments over at Mefi, if you’re so inclined.
I’m quite surprised that there isn’t already a more proper archive of the conservative emails that are forwarded around in a kind of Kitchy Tristero, here in the U.S. Thanks to my own right wing Dad, I occasionally receive these myself (usually I only get the global warming ones, however).
Thankfully, I’ve been spared most of the forwarded emails that are stored on MyRightWingDad, including those that imagine a new Post-Horowitzian species of classroom activism. My favorite:
RE: Hello God!
A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a professor who was a vowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.
One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, “God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I’ll give you exactly 15 minutes.” The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, “Here I am God. I’m still waiting.” It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold.
The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, “What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you do that?”
The Marine calmly replied, “God was too busy today protecting America ’s soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid shit and act like an ass hole. So, He sent me.”
KEEP IT GOING………….
I’m not sure how I’d would go about filing a complaint against God, should he engage in such classroom smiting during one of my courses. Lucky for me, I’ve never witnessed a military student become an instrument of The Lord as the young marine in this story was fortunate to do; in fact, the military students I’ve had have been pretty much the opposite of the fantasy version described here, despite my persistent in-class requests for God to come hit me in the head.