Okay. Just for you all to know, this is a VERY long rant that's been simmering for some time. So, if you don't want to look at some schmuck's boiled-over ragefest, I kindly recommend you disregard this and look another way.
Otherwise, you've been warned.

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You know, I used to like you. I used to respect you. I used to think I could be friends with you.
Now, when I think of you, all I can think of is what a two-faced, duplicitous liar you are.
And to think, years ago, I though I could be friends with you.
You were of a different political persuasion than I was; so fucking what? That didn’t matter. I thought you were a decent person back then. Politics didn’t really matter THAT much when I chose my friends.
(Quite frankly, that’s changed, and you’re the reason because of it.)
And you know what? A couple years back, we got along just decently. Hell, I thought we got along rather well, even when I realized just how far right you were. It’s not like I made any effort to hide who I was, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with that back then. Back then, I was able to engage in some measure of self-deprecation, and you laughed back then.
So, what happened?
Well apparently, Obama became president-elect, because that’s about the time you did a complete turn in your attitude.
Suddenly, you weren’t so friendly. Suddenly, politics mattered much, much more on what I can only assume was a personal level.
Suddenly, you started showing your true colors.
You were mean-spirited and intolerant. You became petty and malicious. Sometimes, you started to look like a troll; but not towards me. No, your ire would be turned towards other people, who you would get friendly with, have a chat, and then show just how mean-spirited you truly are.
Something I’ve noticed about you, is you seem to have no problem with disregarding and twisting fact to support you position, particularly in politics, but in other areas as well I’m sure. And I say you willingly disregard ant twist them, because I think you’re too smart to truly think otherwise. If I’m wrong, and you really don’t know better, then you’re the smartest ignorant son of a bitch I’ve ever met in my life.
You know what else I’ve wanted to say for a while now? You’re a racist. You’re a racist, and I know this because I’ve paid attention to some of the shit you’ve said.
I already know you don’t like Arabs. I’ve seen the words you’ve used, and I’ve seen the way you talked about them. Oh, and you hate Muslims, but don’t worry, that doesn’t make you racist, just a damn bigot.
Oh, and while I’m speaking about racism, I remember a journal you’ve posted about a former friend of yours. I remember, partway through your little tirade about all his bad qualities, that somehow the fact that he was a black South American somehow factored into the middle of your rage-filled list against him; and sorry, but in what way is the fact that he’s black a bad thing?
You wanna know what really should have alerted me to your personality though? I remember, a long while ago when you lived in Florida, that a hurricane was threatening the Gulf, and you know what you did? You posted a journal, making fun of everyone who was worried. And that alone should have told me something was wrong, but there’s more. What happened later, when the hurricane looked like it was headed in you direction, you posted another journal saying, “Fuck, it’s coming here, I’m gonna have to leave.” And so you left to stay with your boyfriend, waiting for the hurricane to come and go. But then, the hurricane changed course, and your home was spared. And ordinarily, one would think you’d be happy your home wasn’t demolished, but were you happy, or relieved?
No, you were PISSED! You were madder than hell that you left to preserve your safety, and the hurricane didn’t hit like you thought it would.
That alone should have told me something was wrong with you.
But no. I was a fool, and thought still that you were a decent person.
But you know what really made me see just the sort of person you really were?
Veterans day, you, claiming to have been in the military, went and posted a journal, claiming you honored and remember the troops who served this country. And you know what, it was a nice journal, it really was.
But earlier in the day, I saw a video that had put me in a bad mood; and the reason why it put me in a bad mood, was because it was about a soldier who had gone to Iraq and sustained a shrapnel wound. And when he went to get treatment for that wound, the military went and stuck him in a room, where they beat him, threatened him, and kept him awake with bright lights and loud music for a month. And they threatened to keep doing so, unless he signed a paper, saying his wounds were due to a “pre-existing condition” so they wouldn’t have to pay for it!
Yeah, that made me mad, and as someone who claimed to be a veteran himself, I thought you would have an interest in knowing shit like that was happening.
And you know what? If youd’ve blocked me and cursed me out then and there, Id’ve had some empathy for that.
But you didn’t. You know what you did?
You deleted the comment, and replied, “This isn’t the place for politics. Get your head on straight.”
“Politics”, Tom?
"Politics"?
When an American soldier goes off to fight for his country and is wounded in battle, and his military tortures him so they don’t have to pay his bill, that’s “Politics” to you?
Fuck you. You’re a liar. And you know what, that was when I finally got the temerity to call you out. I called you disingenuous, because frankly, that’s exactly what you are.
You’re a disingenuous, two-faced, racist of a liar who manipulates fact to make himself look good. And it wasn’t until I called you out, that you found the balls to block me and leave insults on my page.
And I quote you to the best of my ability: “Shut the fuck up. You’re typical of…” something about California and liberals and something about people like me being the worst thing to happen in this country since the treatment soldiers received when they returned from Vietnam.
Oh really, Tom? I’m sure I can name many, many things worse than me since the end of the Vietnam War.
But you know what, that’s not what bothers me, because I already know you’re a liar.
What bothers me is I used to like you.
I used to respect you.
And now you’re scum to me.

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Okay, if you've gotten this for, I applaud you for your astounding feat of tolerance. Or masochism.
Just remember, when you don't take care in choosing your friends, this is what can come of it.

Adieu, and good morrow.