Old Men
I can’t stand a certain old man who calls me up and wants to argue at me and pretend that I represent everything he hates about the ideological opposition. It’s a tedious fucking problem from way back —a well-known proclivity for using people around him as props in truth and then characters in his insufficiently private fictions.
The com-symps are called something else these days, but the same old totalitarian hatred for debate remains the same. This one? He ain’t never wrote a dialogue.
I will say it again: the Election of 2000 was a vastly more traumatic event in the lives of the anti-Bush Left than were the atrocities of 11 September 2001. The psychic debilitation proceeding from that perverted view of things has rendered these haters and self-loathers incapable of remembering recent historical facts or of even being coherent.
Which, of course, leads back to the aforementioned tedium.
