Friends don’t let friends talk politics
As the only conservative in a gaggle of socialists (I call them friends too), I know how it feels not to be able to express myself the way I wish I could (“A Political Discourse, Completely Baked,” by Paul Brownfield, May 6). I want to be able to say that my friends are insane, or at the very least that they are ill-informed Kool-Aid drinkers. If I did, I would end up alone; so I try to not discuss such things as Brownfield refers to in his article.
The airheads he refers to on “Friends” try not to talk about gas prices or the war, but it is difficult when people such as Brownfield actually believe that we are “an imperialist power cynically protecting its oil interests in the name of liberation.”
What makes it so difficult is when I go to the gas station, and I pay the highest prices in our history. If Brownfield’s statement were true, we’d be swimming in the oil that we have supposedly stolen from the Arabs.
I hope he enjoyed his cookies.
Noreen Clark
Los Angeles
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