If I lived my life like today’s politics, that just should not be.
I’m a liberal, and the Geppis are conservative. That alone, according to the politics of our time, should prevent me from having anything to do with them. I should hate them with the very fiber of my soul and renounce everything they ever stood for.
If Josh gave me a kidney and it saved my life, I should continue to hate everything that he stands for. I’d keep the kidney, but I’d still blame Josh for my occasional discomfort from having been through major surgery. I’d never once thank him for saving my life because the people on the Left will see that as a sign of weakness, and those on the Right will use it to their advantage somehow.
That’s the kind of fucked-up political world we live in now.
That’s not who we are a country, and that’s not how I would ever treat someone I love like a brother.
On Facebook, I posted a photo of Big Bird that was not at all flattering to Romney. Josh posted that I should be a gracious winner.
Josh, dude, this is me.
Michael “Use Nigga Every Chance I Get” Davis.
Michael “Nothing Too Good to Do For My Friends, Nothing Too Bad To Do To My Enemies” Davis.
Josh, I’ve made being a dick an art form, and I’m REAL good at it.
But…damn it, you’re right.
I’m going to embrace Josh’s suggestion. I’d like to work to bring this country together, and no, that’s no joke.
I had SUCH a “FUCK YOU GOP” rant written the night of the election all ready to go, but I’m NOT going to run that today…however, if Karl Rove continues to blame the election loss on Hurricane Sandy, I reserve the right to revisit that decision.
I say this often: I really have a lot of Right-wing friends, and they are not racist, homophobic, women hating, rich motherfuckers.
Oh wait. Most of them are rich, but none of that other stuff.
I’m glad Obama won, but more glad that I have friends like the Geppis.
Besides — the best friends are friends that you can talk to, and nothing sparks a good conversation like politics.
Hey Steve — what would you call Romney if he was Black?
That, if anything, is a great way to start a dialogue with someone about why you believe something, and perhaps there may be some common ground that you both share.
Josh, I love you man, you are my boy, and I can’t wait to see you and your family in a few weeks when I come up to look at the museum space.
Oh, before I forget, the Orioles suck.
Gracious? Politically, I’ll try. Baseball? Oh HELL no!