There’s a lot of highway repair work going on in Bolivia lately…
…and Evo was right out there, watching the work crews on the highway between Cochabamba and Villa Tunari. Andean roads are notoriously dangerous, but they’re getting safer on his watch, and the view is unparallelled. Love the mountains behind him!
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Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next. --Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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I disagree with some of the points you have to make.
So, um.. Which cheek will you be branding the swastika?
Oh, DO grow the fuck up.
And use a REAL e-mail address next time, assclown.
I didn’t email you. My email address is irrelevant to posting a drive-by comment on a blog. If you wanted to respond, here’s where you’d do it.
Exactly why would you need my email in regards to my OH so JUVENILE comment? The one where I resorted to cursing, PETTY name calling (and alternating words in all CAPS to emphasize ANGST) and not actually making a point on some minuscule scale. I mean I didn’t honestly dare take the time to disagree with actual content, on piece at a time, as I would’ve received the same result.
Ban my IP address. I’ll head on back to thumping bibles and whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing.
Your coming back here to whine at me again tells me more about you than it does about me, dude. FYI, I AM nice, virtually all the time–except to people who have already demonstrated that they don’t merit it. Like Hitch, say. Or you.
I don’t know what you want here, but whatever it is, I’m not about to give it to you. I’m not going to apologize for anything, because I’ve done nothing wrong. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle the truth about your clay-footed idol, or if you don’t have the guts to leave a real e-mail address (I can track your IP number, regardless, and forward the confirmation e-mails I get to your ISP to let them know you’re abusing their service, if you keep this up). Spoofing e-mail addresses is for cowards, and if you’re that frightened of a basically nice little Canadian lady, maybe it’s because you’ve already lost the argument to her. Ever think of that?
You have no business telling me, on my own blog, what I may or may not say about drunken old self-aggrandizing misanthropic professional character assassins who kept themselves in gin by being ugly toward others. What I do here is called freedom of speech, it is protected by law, and it’s not my job to blow sugar up your ass or anyone else’s. If you don’t like it, just hit the Back button and be off with you. How hard is that? I do that on right-wing blogs all the time. I don’t feel compelled to berate the poor dumb fuckers on their own turf. They’d only ban me on sight anyway. And by publishing your whinings, instead of deleting them as I should, I’ve done you a considerable courtesy. At least you got to spit your bit, as impotent and unconvincing as it is. And I’ve taken way more time answering you than you really deserve. I doubt you’d accord me the same courtesy on your own blog, if you had one. So you’ve no business impugning me for perceived bad manners.
You’re right about just one thing, though–your own character. You ARE petty, juvenile and angsty. I’m very sorry about that, but it’s beyond my purview. If you have issues, go see a shrink and kindly don’t take them out on me.
And if you’re really as nice and polite as you want ME to be, you’ll be gone now for real, and stay there.
¡Adios!