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Originally posted by LessinSF
I am reminded of when I was in the student senate [scroll now, war story coming] and I could make a snarky comment about a bill that was solely intend to rile the other "senators" up. Inevitably, they took the bait, earnestly expousing and excoriating, several of them speaking with vim and vigor, letting no comment with which they disagreed go unrebutted. They would waste 30 minutes responding vehemently, before outvoting me 27-1 (or whatever). Then they blamed me when the meetings ran 4.5 hours (or whatever) as I drank my (student-group boycotted) Coors beer and ate my (student-group boycotted) table grapes with a Coors-drinking, grape-eating grin on my face. The odd "senator" with a brain would occasionally ask others why they bothered to respond, but your type (and by that I mean not just you Ty, but all of y'all) is congenitally incapable of letting the comment pass, as if somehow that will make it true. Thus are born twelve page letters responding to eight page letters. Try"ignore" - it works wonders, and you will get to wipe the grape-eating grin off someone's face.
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Me likey the life-affirming subtext of this little parable, but you must admit that the context (the student senate?) leaves something to be desired. Even the gratuitous Coors references cannot fully erase the mental images that this tale creates -- of gavels, pocket protectors, and white short-sleeve shirts.
Suggest that you retell it, but somehow center it around (say) Moldovans.
Gattigap
