Whatever normal people may think of this slap-fight, Chetwynd takes it very, very seriously:
Shame on all of them. Their sickness is an infection that belongs in Europe of the 1930s.It's like a beer-hall putsch, only with cocaine.
This is a time of inflamed political confrontation, evoking Bleeding Kansas of the 1850’s or even the Civil War itself.In this reading, Chetwynd is Topsy and Obama is Simon Legree.
I realize, now, the enormous special obstacles put in my path by my supposed colleagues, obstacles that over the years made earning a living or a quiet pursuit of my trade so unusually onerous, were not a matter of political difference; they were a declaration of my unworthiness to be one of them. The rejection was not of my ideas, but of my person.Now that I can believe.
Next up: How the failure of Hollyweird liberals to cast Kelsey Grammer as Batman is Birkenau all over again. (h/t Dan Coyle)
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