I'm angry and I have a right to be. Right here. I pay my bills. I support this media. I have a dog in this fight.

Pick on and at people I appreciate from a place of ignorance and I will wipe the floor up with you. Verbally, of course.

Don't you REALIZE that you've been programmed to BELIEVE that words are reality when they are just maps, sometimes arbitrary ones, that don't allow you to be heard or understood?! Sometimes. Usually at critical times.

Don't be intolerant of the intolerant!!

Think about that for a moment. We did this with the Republicans and they cleaned our clocks for 11-plus years. We heard the wisdom behind their words and took their criticisms to heart. We even tried doing this AFTER it became CRYSTAL-CLEAR that they were being backed and supported by some of the most intolerant fascists since the Third Reich. In fact, the families of the bigger Republicans WERE and ARE Nazi sympathizers who turned American anti-Nazi sympathizers into some sort of anti-leftist hate fest in the late 1950's.

I've lived long enough to recognize the difference between someone who's been seriously injured by a personal attack and someone who's skulking like a rat from a sinking ship. One can't tell that just from a strict content analysis of someone's words. Experience AND words make the difference.

Ms. Traister did a hit piece on someone who didn't deserve it. She took an ambiguous situation and satisfied herself with a superficial understanding of the facts, did not dig, did not care about the truth, and just ground an ax into someone's head.

I WILL BE INTOLERANT of INTOLERANCE that comes from this lazy-assed place of pseudo-journalism.

So I am careful about what I am intolerant of. I will be careful to identify the source of the intolerance within myself and then I will do the next best thing I can do.

In this case, the best I can do is get angry and get vocal at the ignorance and the nerve of some people's children. It is plain wrong, it is unacceptable to me and I will grind away at this issue until Ms. Traister joins Farhad Manjoo writing potty-mouthed apologies for their pet perspective du jour.

I WILL be absurd and I WILL exaggerate my position because there is no other peaceful way to drill the necessary holes in the thickened skulls of ignorant little coeds who haven't lived long enough to understand anything about the life they are mindlessly living in.

...for managing to offend people who actually offend me and are a pock mark on the behind of humankind.

Catholicism, in its original conception and intent, was about being a universal spiritual practice. A worthy goal in its time.

But land ownership, money and, yes, WEAPONS, got in the way. At first it was completely understandable...they were feeding Christians to the lions, and doing things like forcing them to sit on hot iron chairs and die an agonizing death while they watched their children being eaten alive by hungry lions and tigers. Most unflattering, this brutality that Christians seemed to inspire.

The Romans really did do death very well. They truly enjoyed watching other people die. No point in contemplating an afterlife or reincarnation. Who the hell would want to come back to a world that allowed such horrible things to come to pass on each other? I can see someone readily embracing their own demise at the THOUGHT of such an end to their life. You not only DIED, you died feeling broken-hearted, betrayed, abandoned and alone. Lovely people, those Romans.

My point here is that folks who worship under the Catholic banner (I was one, long ago), literally screen out the inconvenient fact that their spiritual practice has devolved into mock devil worship over its two millenia history. They danced with the devil and the devil didn't change. Imagine my shock.

Catholicism is an evil pox on the collective consciousness. It begets what it is. Those who would defend it can only do so by offending the whole of humanity. Such is the nature of human evil.

But feminism is no cure, either. Deconstructing everything into tiny little pieces doesn't achieve much beyond the tautology that, "there=not here."

Generally speaking, if I look up and see relative infinity and look down and see the same thing, I need to listen to the woman in my life and accept that I am lost and need some help. But as long as the Sun is up in the sky and I am the man that I am, I will find a reason to keep trying to reason. As long as I know that the journey of tearing things apart just to end up putting things back together is a side trip, not the whole trip, I feel pretty comfortable telling the Catholics off and Rebecca Traister that even a broken clock is right twice a day.