...the personally meanest, most contemptuous, dancing-on-the-throat vulture-excretion of an op-ed piece that ever contaminated the Sunday American-Statesman would have gone unchallenged. Maybe some letters to the editor of the Los Angeles Times syndicator in the next week or so, from evident, dismissable sputtering conservatives.
The original piece requires a strong stomach, "a high tolerance for bile and schadenfreude."
Unbelievable, in the public discourse, "to argue that someone has committed fraud partly because he's black." Claude Allen, being African-American, implicitly has no right to pursue political employment that offends Erin Aubry Kaplan, deserves all the grief that his sins can bring him, and is deficient in psychological stability because of the influence of Republicans. In this case, her self-described open mind that gives even villains their due, slammed shut.
An important genius of the modern world is to undercut the hunt-down-to-the-world's-edge power of the Rage of the Tribe: unmoderated, outraged, humiliating, punishing contempt toward any uppity object that slips the harness and ventures off the reservation. God help him if he stumbles.
God help any of us when we stumble. It's the primeval decent gesture, the primate's sparing of the adversary's bared throat, a human agreement that, particularly short of murder or molestation, reads, there but for the grace of God go I. A memo that never reached Ms. Kaplan's desk, it appears, or was lost under all that spiked iron Enforcer gear.
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