Friday, November 16, 2007

Tim F. is a My Co-Pilot.

Wow.

If we’re allowed to stipulate ridiculous assumptions then pretty much anything can be justified. I can imagine any number of hypotheticals where Patterico having sex with ten men, and believably faking his orgasms, unquestionably outweighs the horrendous, guaranteed-if-he-doesn’t alternative. Krakatoa. The Armenian genocide. Pearl Harbor. This isn’t meaningful debate. It’s a cynical word game by a formerly decent guy trying to square his residual conscience with the deep dark hole down which he has followed his party.


I quibble with the "formerly decent guy" bit, but other than that...bravo, sir, bravo.

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