Craig, who writes mtpolitics.net, has always seemed to me to be in a perpetual bad mood. He makes light of things in a most offensive way, and reacts angrily when his bits of wisdom are not received well from his targets. He’s kind of tedious.
Anyway, he has shut off the comment section of his blog. One less source of tedium.
Piece of Mindful 
On the other hand, he is usually right about most things.
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And I mean “right” in both senses.
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That wouldn’t like be, you know, subjective, or anything, would it?
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Oh come now, Markus Auralius! I remember some cranky remarks when some piece of wisdom repeated ad infinitum wasn’t received as Truth every now and again.
Recieved, you little bitch of a spellcheck? Received. Ok, ‘i’ after ‘e’ except after ‘c’. Except that’s a ‘c’. Yes Mrs. Cranst, I promise, I will remember. Yes, Mrs. Cranst, I know it’s important. Yes Mrs. Cranst, I will turn it in by Friday, Mrs. Cranst.
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The beast arrives! He’s discovered me. It was a mistake to use my real name.
Dark forces, my son, Dark forces. Never sleep again.
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Aw, you’re gonna make me blush!
You always did have a way of making a guy feel welcome.
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You are more than welcome. Truth be told, it’s been kind of boring ’round here.
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Well sure, as long as it’s not about politics. I gave up on it a while back- it never occurred to me being systematically philosophical could lead to an exhaustion of politics, but as it turns out, there’s only so many arguments out there. All those times I was whipping your ass, I was exhausting what turned out to be a finite number of thoughts politics could have about human nature: it took me 20 years of serious thinking, but it’s over. I wrote a dozen books, and that’s it. You know NT’s, loathe to repeat things. For instance, your piece about “Why I Left the Right” is the same thing you wrote near ten years ago. I mean jeez. This stuff bores me now.
I’ve started thinking about screenplays. The superhero genre- that’s really America’s artistic equivalent of the Greek’s use of the God’s as archetypes, right? Maybe I’ll be a crime writer.
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I’m still having fun – the game of baseball hasn’t changed either, but I still enjoy every ball and strike. We have a neat little collective of Montana blogs, and I get to observe from this post on the conservatives who are so enamored of their idea of freedom that they will attach an electrode to your dick to make you accept it, and the liberals, who are too timid to fight the conservatives and who convince themselves that electrodes are a good policy after all, so long as it is a Democrat holding the wires.
Not bored at all. Still doing bad metaphors, still loving it. Sorry you got bored.
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I wish you well in your fight against freedom. Have heart, it was just an accident a little freedom occurred at all, and in all likelihood y’all will create the right phantasm or ghost to scare people out of their wits sooner or later and The People will clamor to be led into their final regimentation under your firm but enlightened rule. I don’t see how you can lose, really. Human nature and all that.
As for baseball, yeach. I approve, but only in the abstract. I now prefer sports where the reigning athletes can’t even see their own dicks from being so fat, like curling or boat racing. Like WC Fields, who was by the by an eleven time billiards champion. Quoth Fields: (Someone asks Fields at the Fields Club) Do you approve of clubs for kids? “Only if kindness fails”. Heh.
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Yes, we are here to enslave people. We are so godammed clever too! We were using the fourth amendment to do it, but you stopped us in our tracks. Another blow for freedom.
Part of the appeal of baseball is 162 three hour contests. We of the human species have developed big brains, more than we need, enough to get us in trouble. Baseball absorbs that extra time and harms no one.
I disapprove of clubs for kids, and find a little pat on the back works wonders, especially if they are standing on top of a staircase.
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That’s right, silly me, you’re not for enslaving- that’s the bad leftists- you’re just for telling people what to do for their own good. You’re not against freedom, you just…fight people who are for it. I always get that stuff mixed up. See, that’s why everyone should defer to you- you’re all about the subtle truths.
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I knew you didn’t give it up.
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Well I didn’t change my mind or anything if that’s what you mean. When you win a game you don’t go playing the same one over and over, do you?
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Only if you’re non compos mentis. But I am what I am.
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I guess I can see your point. Being on the losing side of so many arguments can have an invigorating effect. But me, it’s just like winning the same hand over and over.
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Great movie lines:
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I calls it like I sees it.
So what’s happening with you, anyway? How about those gorgeous daughters of yours? Do they like Texans?
I keed I keed! But how is the life, anyway? You never call, you never write.
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I still go to your web site on a regular basis. It’s interesting the wide range of stuff you guys pick up there, but I usually don’t have anything to add. It’s a heady place.
Me? Married seven years now, 13 together all tolled. That’s pretty much it – I blog, I do my work, and we do our lives together. We have a very good life. Kids are all grown and doing their own thing – we’re spending a few days out on the Olympic Peninsula with two of them this coming week. Katie is still single – I’ll ask if she’s interested in a long tall Texan, but don’g get your hopes up.
I Google you on occasion, but not much comes up. You run a commercial web site in Houston? I thought for sure you’d have a blog and have all kinds of interesting stuff going on. Not that blogging is interesting – I just do it because I am me. Have to.
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I’m on the downward slope, slowly pulling away. Burned the amazing world away to a cinder, and can’t imagine getting a job and just…being like people are. So now I’m keeping my own counsel. The books will be better sellers after I’m dead anyhow.
I could stand it if life and the Cosmos and God loved me or hated me, but this relentless indifference in the Cosmos is too hard to digest for this former Catholic. When I was growing up, my life had meaning…no, Meaning, with the capital letter. Now, every time I pick something I know would be a success, the question “why? To what end?” stops me dead. I can’t move or think to complete a task. You were fun- I like being opposed, and everyone likes winning. And you…existed. You were all heart on display- I loved the puppy with huge tongue and tripping over his too big ears quality you had- innocent, but trying real hard to be a skeptic. I never could imagine you were older than I, twenty years older, I simply can’t imagine it.
I always liked you. You existed. That’s a rare thing. I even have friends, people I like, that I don’t think really exist. I suppose I should celebrate these tiny flickers of flame in the dark, but it’s hard, knowing it will all be gone in an instant, never to have any meaning. Nietzsche said it best- Life fundamentally is not worth living.
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That’s intense. I’m hearing that disaffection that creeps into your being – I hope now and then. Let it pass.
It’s kind of funny – I always look for deeper meaning in things – nothing passes that is not of some significance. And everything is so important – it’s like we’re living life as it has never been lived before. What nonsense – every life that has passed through this place thought they lived in exceptional times.
But it boils down to this – we are small and as isolated as we choose to be. Nothing much matters outside of our connections to others. And what I’m hearing here is a disconnected man – for right now I hope. Get your ass connected to other humans – that’s all I can tell you. We suck, but we can get you through these times.
We are in Ellensburg Washington. It reminds me of Billings except it has a lake in it. That’s not a good thing, by the way. Billings and Bozeman are like San Francisco and LA – worlds apart.
Anyway, be good to yourself. You worry me.
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I always end up worrying you when I come round. I will not make that mistake again, I don’t want to cause that. Goodbye.
Find your meaning, whatever it is, and make it stick. I love you, Mark. We won’t speak again.
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You too, man. You too.
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