Oh, My Friends, ~~ (Episode 2)

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EPISODE 2
Oh, My Friends, I Love Them So, But . . . .
By Nation City Girl

         I don’t like anyone preaching and pontificating to me; I’ve had enough of that from my parents. It’s annoying and intolerable. I hate it--this holier-than-thou attitude.

         What’s that? Oh, I think you do. You just disguise it well with your sophisticated delivery and carefully chosen words. Don’t thank me. It's not a compliment.

         No, I don’t want to talk about my parents. I don’t even want to think about them. I only want to talk about my friends. Of course, I love my friends, and they love me, too, you know. They’re not perfect . . .far from it. But who is? Not even you. I know you probably think you’re perfect, but I have news for you-- Okay, okay, I’ll stick to the subject of my friends. They could be eccentric, controversial, and quite annoying at times, but always fascinating and certainly never boring.

         You’re right. I’ve been friends with these people for so long, they’ve become a huge part of my life. I am who I am and what I’ve become because of them. I can’t imagine life without them. I’d be devastated if I lose any one of them.

         You’ve met Matt? When? Where? Oh, I know. I bet it was last weekend at the park. You and he share the same passion for running. No? Well, that’s fine, and I don’t really care. Right now, I want to talk about what he does that bugs me.

         I love Matt, I really do. I think he’s one of the smartest people I’ve met. He’s a news correspondent for CBS, you know, so his knowledge about anything and everything is vastly greater than mine. I’ve always wanted to be an international correspondent, but I never could-- Never mind that. Matt was destined to succeed where I've failed. He wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of his dream and ambition. I wish I had his drive and perseverance.

         So what don’t I like about him?

         Matt sold out to the left. What left? The liberal media, of course. And not just the left….I mean the far left – the liberal extremists.

         What’s wrong with that? You got to be kidding me. These are the bashers of everything I believe in, like America, my country. The Dan Rather/Mary Mapes team at CBS News whose hatred for GW is so deep they made it their mission to oust him from the Oval office even if it meant lying and cheating to get it done. And that they did. They aired a story just before the 2004 presidential election exhibiting documents that claimed GW dodged the National Guard service in the 70s. Well, the documents turned out to be fake, remember? Unless you were in Xanadu at the time, you’d know that Mary Mapes was fired by CBS, and Dan Rather eventually retired,” which ended what could have been an honorable discharge, instead, he would be remembered as the one who was forced to retire after an anti-Bush scheme backfired and hit him between the eyes.

         When Matt graduated Cum Laude and delivered a speech to the graduates, he honored Dan Rather, and all the other icons of Journalism, as his inspiration. He never mentioned any conservative journalist----oh, I forgot, we don’t know who they are because they can’t work in the industry if they broadcast their political leaning. Just like Hollywood--the neverland controlled by the Barbara Streisands, Robert Redfords, and George Clooneys of the liberal industry.

         Why do I hold so much contempt for the liberal extremists? You wouldn’t understand that because I think, even though you’re quiet about it, as a member of the intellectual elite, you are also part of that tribe.

         What’s wrong with being one? Well, because they’re ruining my country and all that it has traditionally stood for – the conservative values of families – the man, woman and children, fighting for justice, God, religion, and all that. Liberalism is a disease, a conservative talk radio host once wrote in his book with the same title. I agree with that. The liberals are like a vicious virus devouring the consciousness of unsuspecting Americans, especially the children. When I went to school, I learned the ABCs and arithmetic. Nowadays, the teachers introduce and teach their liberal agenda first as part of their indoctrination of the youth’s mind. And throughout the year, they inject and infuse their liberal ideology through the innocent veins of their students, who in turn will go on ministering their teachers’ left wing ideologies, and their distorted views of how this country should be run.

         You want example? All right, I’ll give you one of many, as if you doubt me, as if you didn’t know, or as if you disagree that most of today’s professors in America, and maybe even the world, are inflicting their vile, one-sided rants on their hapless students to destroy American values.

         Who’s the most famous little town liberal university professor who was so insignificant in the intellectual elite arena until that essay of his about 9/11 was posted on his website and later became a part of a book? Ward Churchill, that's who. I cannot remember the exact words, but he compared the victims of 9/11 who perished in the World Trade Center bombing are compared to Adolf Eichman who, as you know, was the architect of the Holocaust.

         I was pleased with the fallout and demands of Churchill's resignation or firing, but I was furious when the liberal academia rallied in support of him and his opinion. Now, of course, this is America–the country the Ward Churchills hate--the country who protects those who express their opinions about anything, but WC is a tenured professor who’s paid by the taxpayers. In my opinion he should teach what he’s paid to teach, and save the liberal speeches for his paid events. What he does, and what all those American college professors today do, is bash the U.S. unapologetically, abusing their taxpayer paid tenures to advance their extreme liberal agenda.

         By the way, when you’re done writing your latest note, I’d like to make a quick phone call. I have to remind Matt about his interview at three this afternoon.

         “I’m done. Go ahead and call Matt. It’s your time.”

         "Ah, yeah…this is costing me too much already. I’ll call him when we’re done here."

         “I would like to know what's going on with Claire and Diane though.”

         "Hmm, just the usual stuff. Diana still buys and returns, and Claire still denies she's freelancing off of her boyfriend; that she gives more than she receives. That she should start charging him for their great sex and all her marvelous cooking and cleaning around the house."

         “Would she ever marry him, you think?"

         "She’s very adamant about that. She thinks her freedom to travel the world would stop as soon as she becomes legally bound in marriage with him."

         “What do you think?”

         "I think she’s just a fool. I don’ think her boyfriend has proposed to her at all like she claims. But I think if he proposed, she’d say no."

         “Why do you say that?”

         "Because then he’d find out that she’s really quite a bit older than him."

“How much older?”

         "Seven years."

         “That’s not much now-a-days. You do look quite a bit younger than your real age."

         "Thank you. Wait a minute . . .we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about Claire."

         “Oh, that’s right. Sorry. Now, tell me what’s going on with Diane.”

         "Well, we had breakfast at Starbucks this morning, just before I came here. She loves Starbucks, as you know; not only for the coffee, but for all the napkins and Equals she could take home---steal is more appropriate, I think."

         “She’s a well-to-do woman. She can buy all the packages of Equal and napkins she wants.”

         "You tell me. Tha’s why I hate it when she does that."

         “Something must have happened this morning for you to bring it up.”

         I’d say! Well---, she had placed the napkins and Equal between the pages of the morning paper. When she got up from the chair, someone accidentally bumped into her, spilling the paper, and all the napkins and Equals all over the floor. Can you imagine the customers’ and workers’ reaction to that scene.?"

         “What did Diane do?”

         "Nothing. She casually walked out the door and left,"

         “Would you go back to that store again? Why are you looking at me like that?”

         "Because I know what you’re trying to do, Dr. Mitchell."

         “What do you think I'm trying to do?”

         "You know what."

         “We have about five minutes left. I still would like for you to start talking about your parents.”

         "I don’t want to talk about them. Those freaks!"

         “You consider same-sex marriage freakish?”

         "Of course, I do, and you know that. It’s against nature, against God and my religion. I hate them. Call me a homophobe if you want, but I hate my parents for raising me in a non-traditional home and be subjected to ridicules growing up."

         “But there must be something you like, even love, about being the daughter of two of Hollywoods’ most famous people.”

         "Ha! Brian is the Renaissance Man of Hollywood Left Wing politics, and is the best example of a triple threat against traditional values. He’s a big movie star, a writer, and director; and uses all his advantages to kill America. With his partnership with Tony--my other freak dad–who’s one of the most successful producers and directors in the world, they make films to propagate their fashionably leftist delusions about America. They reinvent history to promote their paranoid fantasies about the Vietnam war, who killed Kennedy, and oh, this is the best one: that the man behind the 9/11 bombing was actually GW. What’s sad about all the conspiracy theories they promote is that people, especially the gullible and naïve youth, believe them. It’s disgusting! I don’t want to talk about them anymore.

         “Would you like to talk about your other parent – your biological mother?”

         "She died after she left Brian and me. That witch."

         “You know she’s still alive.”

         "And I say she’s dead."

         “Ok…Ok. It’s time anyway.”

         "Another two-hundred fifty dollars down the psychiatric drain."

         "You don't think we've made any progress at all?"

         "For what? Why does Brian insist that I keep these nonsense sessions with you?"

         "One of these days, I hope we can talk about that at length."

         "That jerk."

         “I’ll see you, Claire, next week at the same time? What name shall I put down? Diane ….Matt?"

         "You’re so smug. You think you know me, but you don’t. Just keep trying to trick me, you’ll never win."

         “I’ll put down Angela then.”

         "Fine."

         "Oh, by the way, Angela, don’t forget your interview this afternoon."

         "I won't. Thanks, Dr. Mitchell."

         "You're welcome Matt."

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