Momma always told me if a person isn’t be a good example, they’re probably a horrible warning. Well, you delivered. You’re a perfect example of autopilot patriotism. Some conservative taking the high ground . . . before returning immediately, irrevocably, immutably to his natural state in the muck, slinging Freudian insults that inevitably involve scat or spanking. It’s a pathology unique to the sexually repressed class, masquerading as spiritual protagonists while they seek the comfort of numbers, siblings in the shared desperation that attends the gnaw, the pang, the cramping realization of unrequited potential. Just short of genuine character. Just shy of honest. Self deluding. Arbitrary. Claiming loudest their vaunted principles only to have that volume lay bare the quivering innards of a hypocrite.
You should be proud.
