On Hating II

I punched Rick Santorum in the face yesterday.

Okay, it may have been a dream sequence, but did you know that Republican hair stays in place, even after an ass kicking? Behold, the power of hair spray-the real reason the GOP is against environmental conservation.

It is not even that I am a raging liberal journalist, like most conservatives on campus rant about for hours while nursing a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and Sudanese refugee blood. Now with more platelets! (It's just a joke. Live with it.)

Personally, I wouldn't mind a Ron Paul or John McCain administration. Heck, I would even vote for Huckabee if he wasn't so sure the Rapture was around the corner-and really happy about it. Santorum is one of those special sort of neo-conservatives that is an easy punching bag for anyone with a high-school education.

But his ignorance is only trumped by the subtle machinations of Karl Rove, both of whom appeared on campus this week. Even though I dislike and disagree with their beliefs and principals, I disagree and dislike even more the people who verbally protest during lectures.

Do we really think that yelling, "Liar!" at Karl Rove during his Page speech is effective? Is he suddenly going to realize that he has been deceiving people and become immediately remorseful?

Interruptions and jeers only justify the extreme-right criticism of lefties who name-call and act out of fear or rage. If you don't like him, don't clap-or, better yet, don't show up. It is the calm and collected that seem believable and the red-faced and screaming who seem crazy.

Though you may have hating Santorum on the brain, you don't want to embarrass yourself and end up with santorum on your face (check Urban Dictionary).