I spent a good chunk of last night talking with a conservative political conspiracist. I may have been egging him on just a little, but I really wanted to hear everything. It isn’t every day that I get the opportunity for face-to-face dialogue with someone whose dogma so controverts mine.
It was warm and the city had a nice Saturday summer glow. Music from a street festival flowed in the background. The transformative magic of liquor and starlight produced a lively (and relatively civilized) discussion of politics and the economy.
Crazy rained down. I pondered information flow and irrationality. Then I sat down and had another beer.