Here's a recent set of comments from him and his friends:
[MY OLD FRIEND] I was punished for cutting out of work early to play golf. I was paired with a right-wing pot smoking Brooklyn psycho who started yelling at me by the third hole. I'm sorry freelance gods, I'll work hard and be good today.
Yesterday at 8:43am
[FRIEND #1]Sort of like my friends husband yelling at me comparing the Democratic Party to the Nazis in 1933 and thinks Glenn Beck is a genius. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I better get painting too!
Yesterday at 8:48am
[MY OLD FRIEND] A third guy with us and I decided to egg him on with his rants in the hope he would wear himself out and shut the f*** up. We started saying stuff like, "Do you think Obama is really a citizen?"
He talked himself to exhaustion and lost the will to live by the 16th hole.
[FRIEND #2]Now that's a new tactic -- and I like it. Just rant back in little pecks and nits and hope for apoplectic shock! Don't spell check that!
Yesterday at 9:11am
[FRIEND #3]Ha, sure he loved golfing with Yang too! A dang fernner....
Yesterday at 10:45am
[ME]:Thank you for providing ANOTHER reason not to ever take up golf. And to think you had to PAY for that experience with that rude Brooklynite.
I was about to leave an additional comment, but then decided not to get into a fight: "an alternative, crazy method: Simply be direct: Tell the guy that you're there to play golf and that the others in the foursome would appreciate it if he would keep his opinions to himself. A little less fun, perhaps, but a little more grown-up too."
And if you are asking, why do I consdier this guy a friend, well I'm wondering the same thing myself. I enjoyed his company 15-20 years ago, but I don't know if I fit in with him any more. What if I told him I LIKED Sarah Palin! Oh the mocking and snarky comments they would make!
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