Today in Tweet Beat, Spencer and Perez got at it, reminiscent of when I watched two fighting rats rip one another's limbs off on the subway tracks—it was disgusting, but helped pass the time till my train came.
Scott, I hear you. I really do.
But there's no amount of magic-bullet, Warren-Commission, second-shooter, Mafia-and-CIA-and-Cubans underhandedness that makes it okay to belittle the poor and question what right they have to the little they get.
Which is to focus in on simply one of your Tweets.
I mean, you've given the world so much over the years. Happy Days, Joanie Loves Chachi, Charles in Charge. Fuck, you're Bob Loblaw!
You've even had an entire show dedicated to the inside of your brain, as narrated by you.
Please, I don't want to have to solidify my mild annoyance at your social conservative beliefs into a real and honest aggressive dislike towards you.
However, your willingness to challenge the internet leads me to believe that you think you can influence this "debate" in some substantive way. Let me assure you, this is not the case. Picking a fight with the internet is like taking a sip from a fire hose. You're as likely to get your lips ripped off as you are to get a drink.
[Okay, now I feel like I have to explicitly say that I am not in any way endorsing any sort of physical harm to come to Mr. Baio; he seems to sometimes misunderstand metaphors, and I don't want this in any way to be interpreted as a threat.]
Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and apologize, or stop, or do whatever it is that's a notch below your 11. I'd strongly recommend this to you now.
There is nothing wrong with expressing yourself, and you have ample First Amendment protection to say whatever the heck you want. All I ask is that you think before you speak. I realize this may be an increasingly unreasonable request these days, but please, for the sake of your career and legacy, stop.