I have a strategy for debating: wear down my opponent with every conceivable counter-argument so they tire and lose focus, get them screaming and red-faced, and then record their angry responses for use later. Thus, people get a change to see what gibbering buffoons my enemies are, and they become that much easier to take down. If I do this enough I can get more fellow patriots rallying behind me to turn back this nation I love from the cliff. It's time for
retrogress in America, not
progress. By getting the wrong people out of power we can start the Herculean task of dialing back twenty years of poison change (like the TV ratings system that caused all my problems to start with).
I have already spent enough money on that worthless DTV box, including a second antenna when the first conked out. I've done everything I can to milk more channels out of it. I'm done. I'm not buying another remote. I'll just save my money and buy a dish, or simply watch my shows online. So, Europe is switching from analog to DTV, huh? Big mistake. Wait until they realize they're going to lose most of their favorite channels.
France will be on fire again.
Plus ca change? The essence of liberalism.
La c
hangement est mauvais.
I don't buy the argument that failure is somehow noble and should be embraced. Every time I've screwed up, my punishments got worse and worse. After my journalism career tanking and two shops folding, I'm afraid to try for another job because I can't imagine how bad the punishment for failing will be this time. Deeper debt? Fewer freedoms? More beatings? Jail? Maybe wind up crippled for life, or even killed? No, I don't think so. If I do move on, it will be on
my terms, knowing every rule, learning every angle, eliminating every possibility of loss or failure. That's the
only way.
Look, the bar scene may work for some, but it isn't for me. I don't drink, I don't have the money to go to such places even if I did, my voice is very scratchy and broken due to ill health, so I don't want to have to try and yell over a bunch of bar noise, and even without all that I couldn't go out anyway, as my brother only allows us to use the car on Sunday mornings. Besides, for every one successful bar hookup story there must be ten bar pickup horror stories. not worth the odds. (Admittedly, Chris is a worst-case scenario, but Bob could have found a better place to meet women.) That's why I like college relationships. They're perfect. Since they're mostly conducted by phone, you get to stay in, you don't have to take the girl out and spend money on her, or even speak to them if you don't want to. You can go three, four hours and not say a dozen words to one another, if you know what I mean. After six months to a year of phone fun, you agree to meet in person. That's the college system. It's how we men lived, and how we were taught. And it generally works, even if the girl they paired we with was a little off. I think I'm ready to try it again. Now that I know the rules, I believe I can make it work.