Open Letter

Firstly, I am deeply saddened that you are unable to continue with debate. This is what we agreed upon. A blog where no subject is taboo and where you can say whatever you wanted. It was started because you did not give me a fare shake on yours. I gave you FULL administrative rights upon this blog. Something you had no desire to do for me. Which makes me speculate if in fact you wanted to debate on even ground, or was it just a ruse to lambaste me for what I consider to be true. I’ll admit I fired the first salvo, but we had to start somewhere.
Secondly, I am not a “Neo-conservative.” I resent that statement because I am a Paleo-conservative, there’s a big difference. It’s like a Catholic (Paleo) and an Episcopal (Neo). They’re similar in as much as the style of the liturgy but as a whole one is missing the magesterium or rulebook. (It doesn’t take a genius to figure which one is which). Sure, I do not like Obama, I believe him to be a weak and flawed candidate. (So is McCain). I left it open for you to argue the case for his election. So far your silence lends itself to declination. This is either an admission (that you can’t argue for him), or an agreement (that he is what I say he is).
As far as you being in “Gifted,” that joke evidently missed the target. I debased you like we have done to each other hundreds of times before. However I had used coherent arguments. Most of those arguments were blatantly flawed, but coherent nonetheless. This can be construed as an attack at the personal level. I assure you, it was not malevolence that inspired me to write it, more of a playful superciliousness.
I do not feel slighted by you because of “Gifted.” I feel slighted, as do most of your friends and family, because you are wasting your, “Gifted.” I could have felt slighted when your nickname for me, “Git,” turned out to be a rather nasty British slang word. It’s not that I think it sounds bad but a word that can be defined as twat, idiot, bastard, arsehole, asshole, cunt, fool, jerk, nub, annoying, gimp, loser, prick and tosser just doesn’t seem like a good nickname. I tell you what I’ll continue to use this name if you pick one of those words out to be yours. That would be fair. Actually, I should be pretty pissed that it took me so long to realize that you are that shallow that you would chose for me such a vile name. I thought of you better, indeed I was wrong. Maybe it’s just a coincidence and you had no idea. I can buy that.
The whole “Burn[t] Bridge/Soap” allusion is all to convenient. The humorous part of it is that it is a total wash. You faked it. I was right when you meant lye as in lie. Don’t patronize me. I’m your brother and I know. I look in the mirror and I see your face. It sucks. It sucks because that angst and bitterness isn’t directed at you/me. But I/you sure look like the guy I/you don’t much care to be. I could always take a beating much better than you could. Of course you proved that once again. For that I am sorry and apologize. But for the rest, stick it and grow a pair.