I really thought I’d seen it all when it came to false equivalences, but pretending that a book about a gay bunny that gives all the money to charity is “shittier” than the other side of the aisle may take the cake.

I dunno what charities her book benefits. Don’t really care all that much. The reason for the satirical book isn’t because of the charities the original supports, but because it’s a public relations effort from Mike Fucking Pence. Fuck him, and fuck those who act as his public relations team, whether they’re his…

Lay off the NYT opinion section. If someone has a better way to get apocryphal anecdotes about globalism and taxi drivers from Tom Friedman or smarmy lectures from REASONABLE CONSERVATIVES like David Brooks, I’d like to here it.

That seems unreasonable. How about, instead, we just poke fun at her book soft-peddling her abhorrent father and support a better book with the proceeds going to charity?

A book about a gay bunny makes you pretty mad, friend. Just think about that sentence.

Or maybe just wrong.

Oh, so she wasn’t actually required to write and promote a promotional book for her father.

I am not certain you took my point on this. Of course you can make it yourself. No one claimed you couldn’t. But if you make some food with something like SBRs or Stubbs (or Bullseye, which is surprisingly good), you’ll be fine. And if you hide the bottle and serve some of that tasty food to one of your obnoxious…

EXACTLY. Go to Roberta’s and enjoy it! It’s delicous! Eat a slice from Pequod’s! It’s delicious! Don’t be a seaward about the whole thing, people!

Counterpoint: make some pulled pork at home with some Stubbs or SBRs. It’ll be pretty good! And you can just hide the bottle and tell your hipster friends that you spent a week sourcing all the spices for the homemade sauce and then spike it in their pasty faces when they tell you they loved it and can really taste…

Yeah, I never get this notion of ONE TRUE style of food that pretends the other variants just can’t be any good. Anybody who can’t enjoy a plate of sticky ribs from Gates in Kansas City because real barbecue is dry Texas style or vinegary Carolina style (and any variation going the other ways) is just an asshole who…

Kevin, you dummy, don’t you know that the barbecue from [INSERT REGION] is the only real barbecue, and the [INSERT SAUCE USED IN SAID REGION] is the only one that’s good? Why didn’t you review [INSERT REGIONAL SAUCE]?

You know the show isn’t over yet, right? I mean, it isn’t a complete story in any sense?

So, the full rights of “citizens” are reserved for a small group of folks who serve the state directly, with an emphasis on military virtues. I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree with whether that produces echoes of fascism or has NOTHING to do with fascism at all.

Yeah, what’s the deal with people’s need to explore the fundamental nature of what it means to be human and what that might mean as our ability to create intelligent machines increases? Why didn’t it do the same thing someone else sort of did in manga I’ve never heard of? That would have been better!

You genuinely don’t see that a book written in the 1950s about a incredibly militaristic society in an existential war with a non-human other, which reserves full citizenship for people that “serve” the state could be viewed as having at least some fascist overtones?

We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you’ve come to me for counsel or for vagina. I can’t remember the last time you invited me to your vagina for a cup of coffee, even though my vagina is godmother to your only vagina. But let’s be frank here. You never wanted my vagina. And you feared to…

Jesus, you try so hard, don’t you?

Dude, it’s most definitely about Heinlein’s weird blend of pseudo-fascist militarism. Yes, there are any number of “well, actually, classical fascism didn’t work like that...” distinctions to make, but things like the tiered system of “citizens” who serve and are afforded full rights and the veneration of militarism…

You straightened my vagina out?