[green, pointing to a clock with Hitler above it, that reads 11:30] Oh no, look… It's half to Hitler
[yellow, annoyed] Chill out buddy, don't be such an alarmist
[green, pointing to a clock with Hitler above it, that reads 11:45] Oh no, look… It's quarter to Hitler
[yellow, rude] Yeah I get it, I tweeted about it, leave me be
[green, pointing to a clock with Hitler above it, that reads 11:55] Oh no, look… It's five to Hitler
[yellow, scared] Oh shit oh fuck, we really need to do something NOW
[green, pointing to a clock with Hitler above it, that reads 11:59] Oh shit, look… It's one to Hitler
[yellow, terrified] It's too late now, wish we could have seen it coming earlier
You note my spelling, but not the message... American politics in a nutshell. Thanks for proving my point.
I'm Canadian, buddy. Which is why I asked about your political context.
That doesnt, at all, explain why you choose to ask about that while ignoring the content of what I was saying.
It does. The centre-left in Montreal municipal politics corresponds to the left wing of the left in Canadian federal politics. So if I write a long diatribe lamenting how the centre left in Montreal is not progressive enough, and send it over to someone in Alberta, they would have no idea what I'm talking about.
Cool. You win. Youre right. Im wrong. All is right in the world. You can sleep soundly in your bed tonight. Take care.
Right? Wrong?
I asked you a question, I didn't make an argument or assert a position.
This is surreal. It's like:
You: why does everyone say good afternoon when it's only 12:30?!
Me: what time zone are you in buddy?
You: you didn't answer my question!
Me: I mean, China for example is all on the same timezone regardless of how west or east you are.
You: FINE. YOU'RE RIGHT. I'M WRONG. HAPPY?
Me: wtf man, I just asked you your fucking timezone.