an open letter to brooklynite

[franksolich]

Dude.  Sir.

I’ve been really curious about something—it’s driven me nuts for years now—and would be much mollified, if in some manner you’d explain something to me.

What the Hell are you doing on Skins’s island, hanging around with the primitives?

I mean, really, isn’t this like being a member of the Country Club set, but hanging around with people who make characters from Tobacco Road look respectable?

I don’t mean to make you feel vainglorious about it or anything, but really, you’re far too good to be on Skins’s island.

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As you already know, dude, never the twain shall meet, between brooklynite and franksolich; you’re way too mired in the politics of bitterness and anger for my own personal tastes; I tend to shy away from people who hate too much.

But if one takes ideology off the table and examines the basic character only, you’re far from an unadmirable person, dude.  You’re nothing like a primitive.

There’s that you put your money where your mouth is, and even though you don’t talk about it, I suspect you wear down shoe-leather on behalf of candidates and causes you support.

Unlike the usual and standard and average primitives, who usually don’t do a damned thing excepting exercise their jaw.

And there’s your cold, rational, evaluative way of examining candidates and causes, in which you wisely refrain from throwing good money after poor candidates and causes, candidates and causes that have no likelihood at all, of winning.  That’s what we in economics call “a wise allocation of resources.”

It’s no wonder you’re so unpopular with the primitives; it’s not because you, like the now-gone Skippy, have a comfortable, well-paying governmental job, giving you plenty of surplus funds to throw around.

(And to your credit, it appears you dispensed yours much better than Skippy ever managed to do.  I guess it’s the difference between being from New York and being from…..hedonistic decadent California.)

No, dude; the primitives despise you because you think about things rationally.  If there’s one thing primitives can’t stand, it’s rational logic and reasoning, an unbiased examination of the facts of something.

If one wants to get along with the primitives, one shouldn’t be rational.

Oh God, no.  Whatever one does, one shouldn’t be rational.

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Of course, dude, you do serve one useful function on Skins’s island; you annoy the Hell out of the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, and that’s awesome.

But seriously, really, why are you hanging around with the primitives, rather than with other Democrats and liberals, Democrats and liberals of real substance, Democrats and liberals who actually work to get things done?  Democrats and liberals who, unlike the primitives, are no laughing matter to decent and civilized people.

[BannedFromDU]

Dude.  Sir.

I’ve been really curious about something—it’s driven me nuts for years now—and would be much mollified, if in some manner you’d explain something to me.

What the Hell are you doing on Skins’s island, hanging around with the primitives?

I mean, really, isn’t this like being a member of the Country Club set, but hanging around with people who make characters from Tobacco Road look respectable?

I don’t mean to make you feel vainglorious about it or anything, but really, you’re far too good to be on Skins’s island.

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As you already know, dude, never the twain shall meet, between brooklynite and franksolich; you’re way too mired in the politics of bitterness and anger for my own personal tastes; I tend to shy away from people who hate too much.

But if one takes ideology off the table and examines the basic character only, you’re far from an unadmirable person, dude.  You’re nothing like a primitive.

There’s that you put your money where your mouth is, and even though you don’t talk about it, I suspect you wear down shoe-leather on behalf of candidates and causes you support.

Unlike the usual and standard and average primitives, who usually don’t do a damned thing excepting exercise their jaw.

And there’s your cold, rational, evaluative way of examining candidates and causes, in which you wisely refrain from throwing good money after poor candidates and causes, candidates and causes that have no likelihood at all, of winning.  That’s what we in economics call “a wise allocation of resources.”

It’s no wonder you’re so unpopular with the primitives; it’s not because you, like the now-gone Skippy, have a comfortable, well-paying governmental job, giving you plenty of surplus funds to throw around.

(And to your credit, it appears you dispensed yours much better than Skippy ever managed to do.  I guess it’s the difference between being from New York and being from…..hedonistic decadent California.)

No, dude; the primitives despise you because you think about things rationally.  If there’s one thing primitives can’t stand, it’s rational logic and reasoning, an unbiased examination of the facts of something.

If one wants to get along with the primitives, one shouldn’t be rational.

Oh God, no.  Whatever one does, one shouldn’t be rational.

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Of course, dude, you do serve one useful function on Skins’s island; you annoy the Hell out of the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, and that’s awesome.

But seriously, really, why are you hanging around with the primitives, rather than with other Democrats and liberals, Democrats and liberals of real substance, Democrats and liberals who actually work to get things done?  Democrats and liberals who, unlike the primitives, are no laughing matter to decent and civilized people.

     Coach, to carry on with the Tobacco Road simile - some people get off on others ogling their sack of turnips. I believe it is really that simple.

[JakeStyle]

He probably has low self-esteem issues and interacting with the DU losers makes him feel better about himself.

[fatboy]

He probably has low self-esteem issues and interacting with the DU losers makes him feel better about himself.

That and a lot of free time on his hands.

[franksolich]

Coach, to carry on with the Tobacco Road simile - some people get off on others ogling their sack of turnips. I believe it is really that simple.

But seriously, he needs to be hanging with people of his own class, the big-time donors to Democrat candidates and causes.  The way it is now, he's being very much like when the late H.R.H. Princess Margaret got all infatuated with her trashy much younger boyfriend Roddy Llewellyn, keeping the company he's keeping.