For all ABM's shortcomings politically he is a really good guy and one of the funniest people I've ever known in my life. Sometimes you've gotta overlook politics and see the beauty of something else. I really don't like discussing politics with ABM because I don't want my view of him clouded when he has so much other stuff to offer. When I discuss politics I either get exuberant, perplexed or upset. For this reason when talking to someone I like who has a wholly different set of political views than myself, I try to avoid the subject of politics altogether which is very difficult to do in here.
All of that is fine Lanny, but this thread is in fact about "politics"...and if he or anyone else posts something I take issue with I will voice my opinion.
I'm talking about myself. I'm also talking about how I think ABM has other qualities. I was not trying to get anyone to believe that we shouldn't talk about politics in this or any other thread. If I misled you then I apologize and will try not to let it happen again because that is not what I intended.
Hey man, you know we're cool...no worries there. I would not be surprised that if ABM and many others here on this forum ever actually met I'd find that were actually have a lot in common but you know how the anonymity of the internet tends to sometimes make people act differently and say things with a keyboard that they'd probably no say in person. I know I'm guilty of it at times but so are many others.
Don't know him, likely will never meet him and he has yet to show me that humor you say he has. I've also installed a special keyboard on my laptop.
Thanks, Lanny. BTW, my posting of the Abraham Lincoln caricature was a play on @yankeesince59 's avatar caption. “O Captain, My Captain” (1865) A poem by Walt Whitman about a captain who dies just as his ship has reached the end of a stormy and dangerous voyage. The captain represents Abraham Lincoln, who was assassinated just as the Civil War was ending. O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
That's exactly why I initiated the Blazers and Wheels Bashes, GM Meet & Greets...and the like. There are a lot of very cool people in here.