Hey, what can I say? I call balls and strikes here. It's up to you to deal with it.
But let me tell you something, kid.
I'm 50 years old.
My mother — dead now these many years — was an immigrant. She came to the US legally, did everything by the book and played by all the rules. She did not become an American citizen until I was nine. She wept the day she became a US citizen. She was more American than you could ever hope to be.
That's all nice and heartstring-tugging, but how is that relevant to our country nosediving into corruption and anarchy by endless foreign wars and intervention?
“I’m 50 years old.”
That’s what I thought: A kid.
“That’s all nice and heartstring-tugging, but how is that relevant to our country nosediving into corruption and anarchy by endless foreign wars and intervention?”
Because you called my mother anti-West, kid.