Its always better to be mild and diplomatic. Unless you’ve got a really snappy line handy to deliver the scorch, then maybe not. Kinda depends.
It’s not my fault I have no real understanding of personal responsibility!
Even Bricker’s wife is sick of his shit.
What hope do the rest of us have?
Letting it spoil your evening was self-defeating.
A very wise man once said to me, “I will not be my own worst enemy.”
Am I the only lefty who thinks that Bricker was justified in taking umbrage at being confronted by some blowhards who were trying to turn a night at the opera into their personal political forum?
Granted, he might have done better had he chosen not to step into that forum, and sure, he’s not doing himself any favours in the way he’s presenting himself, but some of the responses above* have been downright arseholish.
*(Responses below may also be arseholish, but I haven’t checked them yet.)
No, actually, I’m there. People shouldn’t talk politics in public places, especially loudly, and especially highly partisan talk. It’s protected by the First Amendment, of course, but it still is impolite.
Bricker just took it way too far, which is, alas, not entirely unprecedented for him.
They don’t have bouncers at these shindigs, do they?
I guess that’s a fair take on it.
That’s a crazy standard. Ought an anarcho-syndicalist get all his food from soup kitchens or non-profits? Should an anarcho-capitalist shoo away the fire truck and watch his house burn?
No, an anarcho-capitalist would have given his house to poor people so nobody important would die.
Pale, asthmatic, clad in menacing cummerbunds, wearing a look that says “kindly check your coats at the door”…
They have ushers. And they’re unionized.
And if no one dies, you’ll never know when the opera is over.
By “took it way too far,” you refer to the fact that I said nothing impolite to anyone, got my drink, returned to my seat…but continued to think about the incident during the last act?
Lunacy.
Sounds like you’re mellowing… the Bricker I first met here would’ve loudly debated the issue…
And followed as many patrons as possible to their cars and then home to make sure they’d gotten your point (pontificating up at their bedroom windows as they tried to get to sleep)…
How can you tell? Do you carry an electrometer with you when you go to the opera?
Or is it just the lack of static cling you notice when you show them your ticket?
The ionized ones are less smug.
And, frankly, very negative.
You can’t hide your ionize!