Imp of the Perverse -

Imp of the Perverse - I was in a "discussion" with a particularly irritating DFLer the other day - a man that fits every unfortunate, demeaning stereotype I've put forth about DFLers. Let's call him "Ben Anjerry". He was a fiftyish, thin, new-agey, retro-hippie, Wellstone-worshipping, henpecked-looking man who teaches some soft-science at a local college. We were discussing the budget debate...

...well, OK, "discussing" is a bit misleading. I was putting forth the thesis that Pawlenty's holding the line will help revitalize the economy, with the rising tide lifting all boats; In response, he was calling me a babykiller. Or close to it.

And as I kept my cool and tried not to rise to the bait, I thought, "wouldn't it be nice to handle this discussion the way rapper DMX would handle it?":

What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, 'So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go'

Perhaps it's a sign that I'm unelectable.

No, I never convinced Ben.

Posted by Mitch at May 21, 2003 08:12 AM