Blame It on the Diet

I have been feeling really persnickety lately (blame it on the diet). As a result, I've been again trying to argue with the people who sway politically to the right on Twitter who seem to be really exhibiting the very definition of paranoia lately. Don't believe me? Try this experiment. Type this into your Twitter stream, "Obama makes Reagan look like a doofus. #tcot" See what you get.

See what I mean? Persnickety. What's wrong with me?

I know better. You can't argue with someone who feels so strongly can you? There is no changing their mind. You are two polar opposites. You are never going to agree. I should just leave them alone.

I can't though.

There's just something in me that feels the need to rile them up.

It's like when I'm out with my lady friends having a good time and some stupid, young, drunk guy comes up to us in a bar and says something inane like we sure look "good for our age" or "why do your husbands let you go out without them?" Sure I could leave those idiots alone. But I feel the need to antagonize them further. I mean they should be punished for being so drunk and stupid. And really it's just so easy when they're that drunk and that stupid.

And that's how I feel about some extremists. Notice I said some. Some people on the right are perfectly normal, but there are those...oh, come on. You know there are. They're just one step away from bombing that abortion clinic.

****Kelly furrows her brow thinking.***

...bombing an abortion clinic...

Huh.

Maybe I should stop antagonizing them.

They are starting to sound a little scary.