Did any of your employees ever go on National TV and to major newspaper and call you a girly-man? If they did, and you stuck up for them still, you are a better man than 99.9% of the people on this board who are defending AC's behavior.
We had dinner with "Trixie" here last summer and all was friendly.
Later, on her forum, I refered to Hillary as "Senator F---ing J-- B------" and was banned for a "racist remark".
The exchange of emails would not convince Captain Queeg that [s]he was the one who ate the strawberries.
For you see, she accused me of calling Joe Lieberman that epithet, when such was not the case.
Most will remember it was Hillary accused (credibly, I thought) of calling an early campaign manager of the traitor-rapist that nasty tag.
"Trixie" went so far as to use the full spelling in Short Cuts, and market a line of coffee mugs with "FJB" imprinted.
So, when unjustly barred for an offense I hadn't commited, and when no amount of rational pleading would budge She Who Must Be Obeyed, I opted out of the Animal Farm.
I find the interplay here on Free Republic to be passionate, informed and basically self-policing.
There is in Catty Ed, the author of this one-man Roman Senate acupuncture session, the hypocritic hairball that would gag a maggot.
If there's room in the print edition for The Misanthrope, there's room online for Ann Coulter--unless, of course, there's already one prima donna installed; in which case, head out to Horowitzville.
I have his Radical Son and Politics of Bad Faith and friends came back from another of his weekends in Denver--he's a stimulant to the necrotic corpse of Republicanism, or conservatism, as you prefer.
And, God, those people can debate a single hair into a thousand strands. The overintellectualization alone should have killed the left two centuries ago.
Free elections, free speech, free markets--and harpoon the hero of Chappaquiddick. A serviceable platform succinctly put.
But throwing people over the side for calling the officers girly-boys--
Do you not recall the ferocity with which William F. Buckley stood up to remove his jacket, offering to pound Gore Vidal into a lump of Silly Putty? Girlyman? He called him a bleeping faggot, if memory serves.
Give us some sinew, and not only slapping faces with lace panties--
Disclaimer: Of course, Ann Coulter may etcetera etcetera.