Glen, buddy. I suppose you could be pulling a Kleinheider, and just trolling for hits. I say that because you and I have broken bread, we’ve shared a shot of real Honest To God Blue Agave tequila. In person, you are polite, and maybe just a bit shy. So why is it, then, that when you get behind your keyboard, you pound out this kind of drivel? Here’s a nugget from that diatribe:
What is it like to be a far left liberal? I mean, how does it feel to be miserable, pessimistic, and full of hatred? What is it like to wake up everyday and call for somebody new to resign, be fired, or impeached? What is it like to despise America, despise Christianity, and despise masculine men? What is it like to hate freedom? What is it like to be so freaking unhappy that you are unable to laugh at anything? Tell me Egalia, what is it like?
Before I answer you, I’m going to do you a huge favor and clue you in to something. Write this down. You are not, by any stretch, ready to take on Egalia. I don’t always agree with her, but if I were to engage her in debate, I’d come with something much stronger, dude. There is a reason her blog gets the hits that it does, while yours pretty much goes unread. She can write. She thinks things through. You would be well served to do likewise.
Lets go ahead and answer your questions, rhetorical as they were.
What is it like to be a far left liberal? It’s exhausting, man. Having to slow down, way down, and explain things to ill-informed people (even bloggers!) makes for long days.
I mean, how does it feel to be miserable, pessimistic, and full of hatred? No clue, I don’t live in Campfield’s district.
What is it like to wake up everyday and call for somebody new to resign, be fired, or impeached? Stumped me there, you did. Perhaps you might ask someone that was a Republican when Clinton was in office.
What is it like to despise America, despise Christianity, and despise masculine men? I don’t hate America or Christianity, I hate what they have become. As for masculine men, I don’t despise them, I just prefer my men to be a bit curvy, cuz, you know, I’m a top.
What is it like to hate freedom? Well, I’m starting to worry, actually, theres precious little left to hate. (Oh, I caught your other bit about capitalism=freedom, try not paying your mortgage for a few months, see how free you are.)
What is it like to be so freaking unhappy that you are unable to laugh at anything? Hey, I laughed at your post.