When it comes to threepers and the prags, the reason peace between our peoples is not likely is because so many folks are flaming douchenozzles:
â€œBitter and I are in Arlington. NRA Board Meeting are going on right now. We donâ€™t have much of an agenda, except for discussing some details of the Second Amendment Blog Bash.â€
Yeah,no agenda you say? You have a chance to do something big with the Holder Debacle while youâ€™re THERE,and show your leadership abilities.
And all you care about is the â€œblog Bashâ€ later in the year.
I would never call you a coward because I donâ€™t know you,but man,you sure do know how to disappoint..
Personally,you showed your true colors to me when you disarmed to be in the same room with McCain at the â€œNRA Convention.â€
I would never call you a coward, Sebastian, so I’ll just all but imply it, and imply you aren’t doing anything for gun rights while I’m at it.Â No, that’s not weasley at all!Â There are plenty of threepers that I merely disagree with, but otherwise think are decent people.Â But the reason you guys have no place at the table is because it’s intolerable to even be in the same room as a lot of you, even if it’s a virtual room, such as the one we all occupy here on the blogosphere.Â I would propose from this point out, we agree to adhere to dinner party rules.Â What do I mean by dinner party rules?Â Dave Barry has a good idea:
You know what I miss? I miss 1960. Not the part about my face turning overnight into the world’s most productive zit farm. What I miss is the way the grown-ups acted about the Kennedy-Nixon race. Like the McCain-Obama race, that was a big historic deal that aroused strong feelings in the voters. This included my parents and their friends, who were fairly evenly divided, and very passionate. They’d have these major honking arguments at their cocktail parties. But unlike today, when people wear out their upper lips sneering at those who disagree with them, the 1960s grown-ups of my memory, whoever they voted for, continued to respect each other and remain good friends.
What was their secret? Gin. On any given Saturday night they consumed enough martinis to fuel an assault helicopter. But also they were capable of understanding a concept that we seem to have lost, which is that people who disagree with you politically are not necessarily evil or stupid. My parents and their friends took it for granted that most people were fundamentally decent and wanted the best for the country. So they argued by sincerely (if loudly) trying to persuade each other. They did not argue by calling each other names, which is pointless and childish, and which constitutes I would estimate 97 percent of what passes for political debate today.
So what I’m appealing for, on both sides, is that we follow dinner party rules.Â I think, for the most part, the last disagreement over NRA’s proper role, has been passionate, but civil.Â No matter what has happened in the past, and it’s been on both sides, let’s treat this like a dinner party.Â This is the standard I’m going to be enforcing from here on out, because I pay for this forum, and I’m not going to tolerate assholes anymore.Â Disagreement is fine, but it’s a dinner party from here on out.Â You can assault people’s ideas all you want, but that’s as far as it goes.