Howdy, MG! Here, lets go sit on the breezeway. Sit down, take your shoes off. I’ll go get a couple Shiner’s.
Flame? Oh, hell, no. Nothin’ like that, I just don’t understand. I mean, if I had to make a list of the posters I was least likely to be talkin’ to like this, say, the most unlikely 10, you might well be on it. And yet, here you come, with a burr under your saddle about “rhetoric” and all.
Now, pardner, you know I’m a partisan, right? This isn’t news, or nothing. I come by it honest enough, first walked a picket line when I was three. Always been on the conservative wing of the extreme left. Tend to think Jim Hightower’s a bit wishy-washy sometimes, but I’d take a bullet for Molly Ivins.
Got no qualms about it. Not in the least. Only line I won’t cross, I won’t deliberately speak a falsehood. Short of that, all bets are off. Rhetorical devices, sarcasm, heavy sarcasm, weapons-grade sarcasm, bring it on. I damn sure ain’t delicate. As Mr. Twain points out, humor is about the only way you can preach without running the risk of boring your audience or getting’ hanged. Guerilla theater, guerilla rhetoric, gorilla my dreams, all fair in my book.
You’re bout done with that one, get you a nother’n? No? Some icetea, maybe? Got some home-grow over there by the divan……Well, all right then, where was I……
Well, I mean to say, look at the durn thread! Got several “schmucks”, a number of slurs of various kinds, several out and out nasty ass comments, and you climb up my butt for “magilla” and “Bushista”? You know, you might have hurt my feelings, if I had any. Well, I just thought it was a bit unfair, is all. Hell, dodn’t happen again, then it never happened at all, the way I look at things. Just wanted to clear the air, is all.
Dallas? Well, down this road about six miles, past the big oak and the house with the mean-ass dog….wait a minute? Dallas? You live in Dallas? Hell, son, if I’d a known that I would have been more sympathetic. Damn. Sure you don’t want to twist one up for the road? Its about three hundred miles, a good couple hours at least. Well, all right then, suit yourself. Dallas. Lordy.
We still on for fishing come Sunday? Aw, skip church, Lord don’t mind.
