The more enemies I make the more effective I feel.
I got a real kick out my two nephews when they came up from Texas for a visit and went with us downtown into Philly to an open mike club down by U of Penn. One nephew was wearing a Bush-Cheney t-shirt and the other wore one of those “Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms - who’s bringing the chips?” t-shirts. This is normal daily fashion where they come from. Funny how nobody in that club said a freaking word.
“The more enemies I make the more effective I feel.”
If half the people don’t hate my guts I take a good look at myself to find out why and do something to correct the situation!
Friends come and go.
Enemies accumulate.
*If* I ever have to have my computers serviced, I intend to have a Confederate flag as a background and FR icons all over the place.
If the techs “don’t like it”, I’ll call their manager and raise hell.