Comment Rescue: The Politics of being polite
Jerry sez…You know, maybe Castle’s employee’s give you so little information because you trash them here. I wouldn’t talk to you if I were on of them. I wouldn’t want my name to show up.
And you know what, maybe he has a point. Maybe I’ve burned some bridges with Mike and Kristy and Ian. The invitations to thier swanky Centerville cocktail parties have dwindled anyway. And…
…wait a second.
I was never invited to any swanky Castle cocktail party and I have never recieved a straight answer from the Castle Inc. Ever!!
Infact it was part of what got me into blogging. My frustration with NEVER, EVER, EVER getting a straight answer from Castle. So which came first – the impolite blogger calling out Castle for being a loser and a fraud OR the impolite Congressman who blew off my many requests for some reasonable explaination for why he supports George Bush?
I say the impolite Congressman. But…Now what?
Now I’m going to take my own advice to Donviti earlier in the day and let go of the past. I’m going to try and “turn over a new leaf” with Castle and stop stewing about the fact that he NEVER does his job and replies to simple basic questions from a concerned constituent.
I’ll be nice for a while and we’ll see if Mike Castle and the rest of the very sensitive souls who make up Castle Inc. can reply to a simple question.
Mr. Castle Sir…why are you not holding ANY town hall meetings this August?
Maybe you are also curious about the answer to that question. If so, I encourage you to call his office and meekly and with great humility ask.
Infact it was part of what got me into blogging. My frustration with NEVER, EVER, EVER getting a straight answer from Castle.
Hey, I believe your passion! How your wife hasn’t thrown you in the river for that Kerryish Valentine’s Day promise (“I was for it (the hiatus) before I was against it”), I don’t know! If that ever comes to a heated point and you need a place to stay, I can fix up a corner in the basement for you!
Let me understand this cause, I don’t know maybe it’s me. But I’m funny how? I mean, funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh… I’m here to f*ckin’ amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?
Yes, Goodfella, hilarious, but it’s not you, it’s my size 11’s (“Chopper”) smacking you in the balls when these opportunities arise.
“Chopper, sic balls!”
Stand by me? Are you a girl or what?
*AHEM*
Happy Valentines day to my great and lovely wife
Did you propose to her at a Phillies game and have it broadcast on Phanovision, too?
BTW, you knew the movie I referenced. Do you want that cosmo now, or with your quiche?
Yeah. Okay, but the difference is that I never claimed to not be a girl.
True that. 🙂
hah! you can only turn a leaf over so many times
Crap, now you have to break in a new Communications Director. I bet she left good notes on you.
…and a dart board, too. Jason knows what I’m talking about.