Thomas Friedman. Wow.

Lemon,

How did it go from a pretty easy column to refute to banging your head against a brick wall? Refute. Please.

 

Go choke on some paste, assface.

 

And fuck you, too. No matter what I'd say, you wouldn't buy it. So I'd just rather call you what you are and be done with it.

 

Sorry. Just trying to help.

When life hands you cheese crackers, you eat those cheese crackers, dammit.

Know what I'm saying?

 

"He's got nothin'---nothin' I say--nothin'!"

And Lyman's face is turning red. Beet red. He's like that German kid---probably screaming at his computer and tossing around his keyboard.

 

No, I have plenty to say, but what's the point? The echo chamber is just too loud, the minds are just too closed.

I'd just rather call a spade a spade. Like you, you anti-American asshole.

 

Am I a spade or an anti-American asshole?

And if it's the latter, does that mean that your fellow citizens around here--you know the ones you'd call lefties and libs--are anti American assholes as well?

Just wonderin'

 

Ace,

Not just an asshole. An anti-American asshole.

But so are you.

 

That's cool. I have a a Triple-A card and everything.

 

This thread, will, in fact, and in contradiction of all available evidence, end well.

 

Alright Lyman, my ears are open. Ignore the Fenian Gang. Enlighten me. I can't stand Hilary Clinton, find P.J. O'Rourke hilarious, admire Jon McCain and supported the Iraq war. Convince me this column is bullshit. I promise I'll approach it with an open mind.

Your turn. Go.

 

I'm over here in the corner, quietly, near that loudly ticking clock.