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It all started with Ann Coulter
Feb. 16th, 2007 02:02 amI've been particularly prolific with the writing because I just finished a week of midterms, and I've been looking for ways to relax and blow off steam (yes, I'm a sick puppy when this is my idea of fun ;P).
Every so often I try to to read something that is from a perspective I don't hold: perhaps it's some creationist literature, or maybe it's some right-wing treatise. I'm not sure exactly why it is I do it ‒ I suppose there's a certain part of me that says in order to be fair I have to have read some of the ideas in order to criticize them. But I usually just end up going off on a rant and not really learning anything from the experience.
This post is certainly not going to be one of those rants. Instead, I've encountered something that inspired a visceral feeling I can't quite put into words...( It's like finding an eyeball on a sidewalk )
Every so often I try to to read something that is from a perspective I don't hold: perhaps it's some creationist literature, or maybe it's some right-wing treatise. I'm not sure exactly why it is I do it ‒ I suppose there's a certain part of me that says in order to be fair I have to have read some of the ideas in order to criticize them. But I usually just end up going off on a rant and not really learning anything from the experience.
This post is certainly not going to be one of those rants. Instead, I've encountered something that inspired a visceral feeling I can't quite put into words...( It's like finding an eyeball on a sidewalk )
