My brother, Karl, reads a lot. He hasn’t done much, but he’s read about it. I like to read as well, but don’t have the time to read as much as he does. I’m not as fast a reader as he is, either. I have read The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, and The Autobiography of Malcolm X. (I also went to the movie. On opening weekend. By myself. But that’s another story.) I’ve read economic books, technical books dealing with my profession, political history, and a lot of science fiction. I read what he gives me, as well. He’s given me all kinds of books. Left wing political books (TWO stinking Michael Moore books, I’ve had to read!), and other miscellaneous books. (The one on soccer hooligans in England was very interesting.) So, when he was over at my house one night after Christmas, looking over my bookshelves, I thought it was all innocent, maybe looking to see what else I might be interested in. Instead he grabs some book off my shelf, and screams, “This is my book! You took this from me!” When I objected, telling him he gave it to me, he turns to my other (liberal) brother, and says, “Does this look like something he would read?” This was to imply that I wouldn’t appreciate that book, a virtual tour de force on the Japanese infatuation with western culture, I think, since I clearly spend all my time in the echo chamber of right wing political books and science fiction. As a matter of fact, I had read that book. I read it because he gave it to me. I read it because my brother, Karl, recommended it, and thought that it would be interesting. (It wasn’t, but I read it anyway.) I should have thrown him out of the house, and probably will next time, because, I had recently given him Thomas Sowell’s Basic Economics. When I asked him if he had read it recently he said, “No, I was going to, but it’s just too big.” He probably will never read this post for the same reason.
So that’s my brother, Karl. So, all you liberal losers, I do know liberals. I know them too well. My brother, Karl, is the epitome of the typical liberal. God knows, I love him like a brother, and he’s one of the smartest people I know. But he’s just so very, very, wrong in his ideas. So I keep trying with him. There’s hope for everyone.