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Remember The Time

 I always fear that my friend Tom Darrow, lately of Denver, Colorado and now presumably Iowa, cannot follow my chaotic digressions. But he seems to hold up well enough. [You probably shouldn’t give him your private message novellas late at night; he has a family, you scumbag.—ed.] Well, I used to rely on the forced generosity of the Mountain time zone; now, I am legitimately just trash.

Anyway, I had a point, other than shouting out Tom. Being on the Right like 25 years ago at the dawn of the internet age was wild. Instapundit was the blogger version of the New York Times. And from there, you could go to Blackfive and Ace of Spades for military blog posts, James Lileks for culture and humor, some chick named Virginia who was in tech or something who was attractive and interesting, and on and on. Kausfiles was linked, and I am sure liberals thought and think he’s a betrayer, but those were the days that Democrats could outright win national elections. No, seriously. It used to be a regular thing.

Were we just naive? Perhaps. But no one I heard about was melting down because they lost an election. And even though we lived in the “benighted” times before the government recognized homosexual couples, it seemed pretty great, actually. I was occasionally accused of wanting a dark cloud of theocracy to descend or something, but that person was and is obviously nuts. It was still slightly before the weaponizing of compassion and hurt feelings to bring about the death of freedom. Ope, did I say too much?

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