It seemed that most of my correspondents had been egged on to write me by various blogs. In response, they smartly assembled into a digital lynch mob and went roaring after me…But the message in this case truly is the medium. The e-mails pulse in my queue, emanating raw hatred…I know it's only words now appearing on my computer screen, but the words are so angry, so roiled with rage, that they are the functional equivalent of rocks once so furiously hurled during antiwar demonstrations.Well, duh. I did two posts on the Special Olympics and I got hateful comments from some moonbat still enraged that I said that one of their standard bearers, Patriot Boy, was a hate-filled hack unworthy of their time. Criticizing hate got me…hate.
Now I have support from the MSM. Riding to the rescue is none other than the mighty Richard Cohen. Boy, do I feel relieved. Of course, he pulls up short in his column when at the end he says he understands the source of their hate. Thanks for nothing, Ricky.
There’s no excuse for the hate. Period.
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