What a World
I can almost....*almost*...understand how easily the Republicans get all rabid and frothing at the mouth at some of the stuff I post. It's hard to hear things that don't agree with your own dogma, especially when your own dogma takes active steps to limit your ability to abide a multiplicity of anything.
But these crazies who have swooped into this weblog, and especially into Sam's weblog—whew and lordy. Apparently there's nothing good about me, to this person/these people, from my stature to my spirit, from my scalp to my soul. Oh well. Prophets of doom seeking to profit from whatever misery they think they can concoct in me, or between Sam and me.
One day, I'm the bad guy. The next day, Sam's the bad guy. On any given day, the sad, sorry, anonymous crazies seem to find a fresh, newly-delusional scenario that is assuredly a perfect predictor of Sam's and my demise.
None will expose themselves because they're simple, predictable, predictably tedious losers.
You're not going to be any happier shortening the apparent gulf between my well-deserved happiness and your well-tended misery by making me/us miserable. If you think that's the same as being genuinely happy, you're brainless.
But maybe that suits: how heavy a head can a spineless body support?