Leftists in need of lives

I love meetups. I love meeting new people and I like the social atmosphere at them since there are plenty of organized rightwing meetings all over the city already. I think I've covered that sufficiently on this site. It's once a week where I have a drink with people who aren't going to say 'but don't you seeeeee, Bush is so stoooooopid.' It's just a nice environment in a city that's unfriendly to my politics. The meetups I attend are the Republican Party one, the Bush2004 one and now the Townhall.com one.

A few months ago, I missed one of these meetups and got an email from a girl who said she had shown up but had been unable to find anyone. I emailed her back with my cell phone number and said she should call me if that happened again. The next upcoming meetup at the time was the Young Republican one, that is usually not very well attended. We decided to meet at that one.

I got there and found her right away at the bar. We were the only two people in attendance. We talked for awhile and hit it off quite well. She had started her own design website selling 'I heart GWB' t-shirts. She was just really cool and I was happy to have met her.

Then, two guys walked up and looked as if they were looking around. I asked if they were there for the meetup. They said they were. We grabbed a table with them and sat down. They were a little odd, both kind of smirking and one who was jerking around in his seat and kept jumping up and walking around. Still, anyone that knows me knows that I am nice to everyone. I would say that some of the biggest self-caused problems in my life have come from being waaaaaay too nice to people. I was once friendly to my Super, who had a spider tattoed on his neck, who came to fix my bathtub. He ended up emailing me and declaring love. Not good.

Anyway, it was an ok night. Not one of the better meetups but good anyway for the reasons mentioned above. Well, it turns out that that guys were 'undercover drunken operatives'. The girl from the meetup sent me this link about their mission. The piece starts out talking about fabulist Stephen Glass, which is fitting because, like Glass's work, it is also a work of fiction. Example? Turns out, I'm from the midwest! Who knew? They write, presumably about me since I went to the school they mention: One young Midwesterner had a cute anecdote about her disappointing arrival at Northeastern University as an undergraduate. She had come east to be around "aristocratic types," but found Boston to be full of nothing but "white trash." Among the other bombs that she had no remorse in dropping were, "I'm just proud that we have a President who wouldn't get a blow job in the oval office," and "I'm convinced that Eminem is really a Republican." In addition to my never even having been to the midwest, I would never use the kind of language they prescribe to me. While it's true that I believe Eminem is a Republican (I'll write it all out someday), the rest of the quote is a total lie. I don't care at all about Clinton's blowjobs in the Oval Office. There are so many other things to criticize him for that I never go there. I would also never talk about 'aristocratic types' (I'm not even sure I know what that means in the American context where the plumber could be a millionaire) or about 'white trash'. My experience in Boston was that it wasn't New York, that I couldn't go to bars like I did back home because they id everyone in that student infested city and that right before my college career began I fell in love with Scotland and spent the rest of my college time plotting how to return there (ultimately spending almost 3 out of 5 years there). The theme that we three (we were later joined by a friend of mine, commenter Bobm) aren't from NY (which we all actually are) runs throughout the piece. It's funny, the guy so wants to believe that there are no New York Republicans. What is he so scared of? He also writes that 'by the end of the night I'd questioned so many recent Republican decisions that only a contingent in dire need of heads would have trusted my elephantitus.' Well, guess what? I question a lot of Republican decisions. Even when it's a room full of real Republicans, we have plenty of disagreements about issues. Sorry, we're not sheep like the Democrats. We don't need to fit in or belong or make ourselves feel better about our lives by crashing your meetups. And I would never be mean or nasty to someone I was drinking with because of their opinions. I have openly Communist friends and have never treated them badly because of it. Sheesh, I'm friends with Kucinich-loving Dawn Summers.

I sent the guy an email and wrote that his life must be really sad that he feels the need to do things like this. I have no doubt that it is. I wish I could be meaner and harsher to people when I first meet them instead of trusting and open. Sorry, I guess I'm not 'aristocratic' (what I came 'east' looking for, after all) enough to act like you, Chris Fara, which is as loser-ish as can be.

UPDATE: he emailed me back and wrote (I swear, this couldn't be more classic):

I'm glad that we could both get a little publicity off of this (well - I was glad that I could - and I could deal with you having some shine if it's inevitable).

Of course he is. Why do it otherwise? His bio says (he actually uses the super corny '1' when he signs his email)

'Chris Fara1 has written for various underground hip-hop magazines, as well as some of the more audacious New York independents willing to publish his work. He can be reached at FARA1ANDONLY@netscape.net' which to me shouts 'hasn't been published anywhere worth mentioning' so clearly this little bit of publicity is something for him to be thankful for. You're welcome, Chris, it's the furthest you're ever going to get and it's the least we can do.