I changed my mind. I can't resist your blog. It's like I'm a fucking
Greek veteran and I'm sailing around and I hear this siren song. Thank
God for you and your damned blog. Where else I would I argue? I
actually have this fucking asshole roommate who runs around acting
like Hitler. You think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. What this guy does
is runs around and asserts that various problems may very well arise
from such things as me cooking with too much olive oil. He actually
claimed that this could result in a fire. Do you see? He's running
around, asserting the possibility of disasters, and claiming the
equivalent of emergency powers. Also, he gave me some cash to buy more
pot for him and I lost it, and now he's charging me for his lost
money. So from now on, I'm just going to sell him the shit instead of
risking my honky peckerwood ass running around buying pot in negro
neighborhoods. Seriously, this guy's like Hitler in a lot of ways, and
I don't have time to deal with this shit. Did I mention that I'm now
communications director of GAMPAC, in addition to other projects? And
I have no college degree? Or highschool diploma?
I like to brag to you because I actually respect you. I didn't at
first. I thought you were the enemy and I hated you for it. You don't
remember, but we interacted several years ago when Ben Domenech got
caught for plagiarism, plus lying about plagiarism, plus blaming some
innocent high school paper editor for some of his plagiarism, I'll
always hate that fucking guy, because not only did he steal the work
of others, but he lied more and tried to implicate an innocent guy
when he got caught. That's fucking sick, and had he been a "liberal,"
or even just someone like me who disagrees with the GOP take on
foreign policy, you guys would have been all over him. But, of course,
he was Ben Domenech, child of high-dollar GOP contributors and thus a
swell fellow. I came to your blog and made fun of him, and you as well
for defending him, and you said something to the effect that talking
to me was like talking to a puppy. I imagine you can find the exchange
pretty easily.
So, again, there's politics for you. One chooses a side, one sticks
with it, and one advocates for it. One defends his allies and attacks
his enemies. One looks for flaws in the enemy and downplays the flaws
in his allies. This has been common practice since before recorded
history. It is the case of "the other."
So, again, what I want to convey to you, Jeff, is that we can hate
each other's ideas. We can despise each other's choices with regards
to the candidates we have chosen to sort of "support," not having been
given any viable options otherwise. But we can still look at each
other and say, "I'm an American citizen and I love my country, and
you're an American citizen and you love your country as well." We can
fight but assume good faith. There is precedent; our Founding Fathers
did this. Actually, they didn't. They hated each other and often got
in actual physical fights. I would never want to fight you, of course,
because you spend all day eating protein and learning about catch
wrestling and all that shit. That's fucking crazy, yo!
Anyway, keep it real, dawg. Let's be friends, fellow citizens, and
allies forever, and let us remember that we both want the same thing
but simply disagree on how we can get there.
Sincerely,
Barrett