Dear sir, I read your comments from time to time with a bit of vomit at the back of my throat. It is interesting to see the “other” side’s continuing negative vitriolic take on this historical and exciting new President that the entire nation elected, not only the “blue” states.
Conservatives such as yourself are terrified that you are now and forever irrelevant and that your voices will continue to become more and more garbled until they simply die out. I am sure that you will continue to screech your narrow-minded, pin-headed, Paleozoic positions to whomever might be interested, and there will continue to be an audience (at least until they all die out) in the hill-billy, married to your first cousin areas of Appalachia, and even Liberals will read you and your ilk from time to time just to get a laugh. You and your kind are on the way out, and you don’t want to go quietly. Bye-Bye now.
I can feel the love. We liberals are in charge now -- you go now, re-education or go away quietly or die off.
Not likely. Victory isn't final. The Culture of Death has won an important battle, but it's not the end of the story. Now, when you get forcibly euthanized by the state healthcare service by the very generation you insisted had no right to life except for when mommy said so -- that'll be the end. For you at least.
Be careful what you wish for. A paganized society will ultimately become demoralized with living -- either frustrated with suffering (particularly when youth is gone) or bored with luxury and wealth -- and kill itself. And then God will seek out the remnant to rebuild.
A: Yes, you missed two very exciting football seasons. The Colts had an exciting season two years ago, and beat the Patriots in possibly the greatest strategic performance by a quarterback in a playoff game. Peyton Manning deserves the Hall of Fame for that one game. And then they beat da Bears in the Super Bowl.
And last year, Eli Manning demonstrated outstanding ball control, coupled with an outstanding defense, to steal the Super Bowl from the undefeated Patriots.
The Phillies also won the World Series, by the way.
Meanwhile, a guy from Chicago is now president-elect. He is not Kenyan, though his father was. His mother was a typical white person. He's as American as you or me.
Q: It upsets me when I read all the nutty opinions people have on blogs. Does the guy in the cubicle have insane opinions like these people, only doesn't say them? It scares me to think of the strange thoughts people have in their heads.
A: Don't think about it. It is upsetting. Better to pretend the guy in the next cubicle is exactly as sane as he appears when he talks to you. There's a reason he's not drooling in the office -- he knows he's crazy. And so does everyone else. But for the common good, we put the insanity aside and try to act like humans. Some call it hypocrisy, but others call it civilization.
Q: I've been reading a lot about how our entire country is doomed doomed doomed! I'm not so sure. It could be doomed, but might not be. What do you think?
A: I don't know. On one hand, the doommongers and naysayers have been doommongering and naysaying ever since the invention of the pointy stick. On the other hand, they occasionally are correct. Your guess is as good as mine. I do know, however, that I feel less satisfaction about being right when things go wrong than being wrong than when things go right, if you follow. Keep your accounts short and hope for the best.
From Animal House: "They can't treat our pledges like that. Only we can treat our pledges like that."
Since it contains a rifle, my peaceful mountain chalet with a stone fireplace and tropical plants and big windows and no fences would no doubt be described now as a fortified compound. I would no longer "live in," "reside," or "dwell" here, but "be holed up in," "barricaded inside," or "acting out paranoid, deranged fantasies within" my peaceful retreat.
Still need to buy a mountain bike in case events disrupt oil supplies ... my criterium bike with flatlander gearing just won't cut it around here. But I doubt mountain bikes will be banned any time soon, so I have time to save up for one (bitterly clinging to their mountain bikes just doesn't have the same ring to it, eh? Like bitterly clinging to your iMac and arugula).
I also bought some itunes today, too. Purchases included June Tabor and Deep Purple, Elvis Presley and Mary Chapin Carpenter, Robert Cray and James McMurtry. (Editor's Note: How friggin' pretentiously eclectic can you get? Me: I don't know. I'll let you know when I get there.) BTW, you'll get my itunes when you pry them out of my cold dead ears. Or you could ask nicely and I'd make you a copy.
Oh yes, I also bought a jar of Jif peanut butter and three packs of Jewel Sweets cigars.
So now you're all up to date about my purchases. As you were.