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Jason G. calls me a penis *and* a douchebag. I went and read his past letters, posted in reply to various articles here in Salon.
Holy shit!! I did exactly the same thing after reading this guy’s trenchant criticism, wondering what huge bug might’ve crawled up his ass (well, almost the same thing; it only took me the first few of his letters to determine that he wasn’t the total freak I was expecting). Oh well; I guess we’ll have to chalk-up his tirade to the aftereffects of some kind of psychotic episode or a grand mal seizure, or the simple fact that there’s just no accounting for taste.
Patrick Smith’s column was the first thing that had me reading Salon on a regular basis, and I still find him not only to be smart as hell and consistently well informed, but the most incisive and gifted writer on the staff. As a rule, I tend to get a bit testy when the column focuses on anything other than the government’s relentless use of airline security as a tool of fascist social conditioning, since, well, it just matters so much more than any of the other assorted problems and experiences associated with air travel.
But this column was just so damn funny, it had me laughing out loud. Really fucking hard.
