Anyone that can cultivate a crop o' cliché’s like that crusty codger can, is alright in this jingoist's opinion.
And yours truly might be mighty magnificent at makin' "dancin' dots"...
but no one comes close to the thong's ~squiggles~ and *{giggles}*.
FRegards,
FBD
btw; PJ agrees wid me:
"I'm not a liberal, so I don't have an infinite grasp on things I know nothing about."-- P.J. O'Rourke
Zackley...MUD
BTW...who here agrees that Dubyuh oughtta appear on Howard Stern's radio and TeeVee shows?!
BTW2..."Could not find anybody named 'Howard Stern'
It's like this, imagine if you will:
You're walking down a street.
Someone walks up behind you, then to your side, & now puts their arm around your shoulder.
This individual tries to open a dialog with you & in way as if they've known you all your life.
(With me?)
Now since it *is* the year of our Lord 2003, (with all that implies) & even although you're a fairly friendly, social person, you're nonetheless unnerved having this -- seemingly innocuous enough -- stranger hanging on/off your should.
Unnerved if for no other reason than at this stage, aside from "bub," you don't even have a clue as to the guy's first name. (...nevermind anything else.)
OK, so you make a move to brush the guy's arm off your shoulder; &, you do so in (what you believe to be) a benign, unthreatening sort of way.
To your surprise the guy suddenly scowls at ya & starts telling you you're a SOB in a whole host of varying & different ways.
He tells you ya dress like a geek, walk like a duck, talk like a asshole, & smell like shit.
(Get the idea?)
Add to the guy's reading of you out, he's also poking you in the chest with his index finger just to emphasize each of his points, too.
Naturally -- & justifiably -- you whack the jamoke on the end of the nose in an effort at backing 'em away.
Not "hurt" 'em, mind you (which you could do if you elected; since, you've surely good & pissed off enough by now to give 'em a what-for) but just to simply put some space between you & he, at least until you learn a bit more about this person.
Now after you've learned all you think you need to learn about the person?
There's always the distinct possibility of you & this [now] "stranger" becoming the best of bosom-buddies. "Acquaintances," if you will; or, if there's a good chemistry, even "friends." ~In the dictionary sense of the word.
Butttttt first things first.
Ya *got* to come to know the guy, first.
Now imagine the story's characters are changed above.
Imagine I'm (Landru a.ka dan) the guy walking down the [read: cyber-street] & you're the -- albeit harmelss unbeknowst to me -- stranger [read: cyber-stranger] who's walked up portending to be a long lost buddy.
Every action has an opposite but equal reaction, Sir. Everything. And no where is this more evident than one finds it in the arena of politics. Nature of the beast, I'm afraid.
It's been my experience one [read: *I*] cannot be too egocentric when dealing with matters such as the one you & I find ourselves entangled in, and; someone has to bend.
'Lest there be warring without end, a life going from one nuerotic suspician to another, forevermore.
Since you don't "know" me?
I know you may not realize I'd fell as I've stated.
And, since I don't "know" you?
I'm left to guess you're not like [that], yourself.
Apologizes extended on my behalf for any & all cliche's I may have -- deliberately or inadvertently -- used to explain my POV; but, take it or leave it, that's the way I see it.
...understand?