I haven’t thought about her in years. Michael Rubin and Anthony Gancarski, and others of their ilk, remind me of my friend all those years ago.
Now, I’m not calling them whores of the anti-freedom, pro-fascist, lying neoconservative hijacking team, or sluts of the far right wing. I’m not calling them apologists for falsely advertised preemptive war and facilitators for the obstruction of the Constitution. I’m not calling them chickenhawks who would sooner run from a military uniform that don one. I’m not even calling them lying sacks of crap.
OK, I can’t lie, and never could. I am calling them that. Oh and I almost forgot! They also like to beat up girls.