You say, "people actually, on the fucking news, brought up the paper bag test when Obama was running for office the first time"

Nikodemos says, "As well they should have."

Nikodemos says, "He's not really one of us."

Nikodemos says, "We had a quorum at that meeting and voted him out."

Abaddon says, "I'd just be happy if he kept golfing and stopped trying to fuck the middle class."

You say, "Yeah. He's sure trying to fuck the middle class."

Nikodemos says, "We don't need a middle class."

Nikodemos says, "We need a financial elite, a technical elite, and burger servers."

You say, "What, with promoting policies that'll help grow the middle class."

Abaddon says, "You did see where he wants to start taxing 529 plans, right? You know who the vast majority of 529 holders are?"

Nikodemos says, "Everyone who can afford to lock up money"

You say, "Primarily, the upper middle class"

Abaddon says, "Hint: It ain't 'the rich', they've got the cash to send their sprog to Harvard (assuming they'd want to). And it ain't the poor, they haven't got the cash to put away."

You say, "But, you're right. Fuck him for trying to close a rather huge tax loophole."

Abaddon says, "Nope, let's just fuck the people who are trying to put away cash for their kid's education."

Nikodemos says, "The rich use it too."

Nikodemos says, "You don't get rich by paying taxes you can avoid legally."

You say, "Let's also forget that he's trying to make college cheaper, even very recently disclosing a plan to make community colleges free"


You say, "but... FUCK OBAMA"

Nikodemos says, "College shouldn't be cheaper."

Abaddon says, "By magically printing money? By imperially demanding free college? People gotta be paid."

Nikodemos says, "College should be expensive enough to keep wastrels from going."

You say, "Yeah, it's called taxes, Abaddon"

Abaddon says, "Just because you say 'something should be cheaper/free' doesn't magically make it that way."

You say, "didn't you just bitch about him wanting to tax?"

Indrajit says, "I'm just saying. Dude is pretty hot."

Abaddon says, "Yeap. And here's a fun jump. You know what else is very similar to 529 plans? 401ks and IRAs. Hope you didn't plan to retire."

You say, "Actually, no, I didn't"

You say, "It's not in my or my husband's cards"

Abaddon says, "But then again, robbing Peter to pay off Paul has been the hallmark of administrations for the last forty fuckin' years."

You say, "We, unfortunately, will likely be one of the families who has to work until the breadwinner dies."

You say, "So, yeah."

You say, "Whine some fucking more."

Abaddon says, "Whine? Are you on your meds? We're ALL fucked, you self absorbed bint."

You say, "You sure showed me."

You say, ""I'll talk about shit that affects me, but if you do it, you're self-absorbed! SCIENCE!""

Abaddon says, "But hey, free stuff, that makes everything better. Never mind it's NEVER free. Someone ALWAYS pays."

Savanna says, "What are we talking about!"

Nikodemos says, "Poor people"

Abaddon says, "Taxes."

Savanna says, "Oh."

Abaddon says, "Politicians' addiction to OPM."

Savanna says, "I'm probably OK too. I am *knock on wood* healthy, I have a job, I am smart and capable, and I'm unafraid of hard work. I also have a reasonable amount saved and continue to save/invest."

Abaddon says, "The problem is that the addiction demands feeding. So there's always a drive to find more money to tax."

You say, "Abaddon, I have absolutely zero way to pay any of my kids' way into college, even community college. I just don't have the money, I don't have the ability to save. I'm not able to fucking even pay for my insulin, so now I've fucking got diabetic neuropathy in my fucking legs. I stand a very good chance of losing my fucking feet before my youngest two kids are even college age. So, seriously, I hope you understand when I get a little fucking excited that maybe, just fucking maybe, my kids have a chance and won't turn out to be such a fucking failure as I have. I had so much fucking hope when I was younger. Now I find myself fucking wishing for death just so I won't have to fucking worry so fucking much and struggle so fucking much. I don't like living anymore. Life fucking sucks. Life is pain and fucking misery and unless things fucking change pretty dramtically, I've cursed my kids to live the same life as me. So, yeah. Free shit is pretty fucking amazing for me, even if the money has to be robbed from someone else. Selfish? Sure. But that's all I've fucking got. So, you can go fuck yourself, Abaddon, for all I care."

(bunch of bullshit small talk since my wall-o-text killed the convo)

You paged Abaddon with 'Did you actually read what I wrote, or did you ignore it? I thought we were friends.'

Abaddon pages: So, you can go fuck yourself, Abaddon, for all I care." -- So the operative word here now is 'was'. GG.

You paged Abaddon with 'Yes, was. You called me a self-absorbed bint. Was I supposed to smile and be all 'Thank you!'?'

Abaddon pages: 'Whine some fucking more.'

You paged Abaddon with 'Yeah. That's totally on the same level.'

You paged Abaddon with 'Completely.'

Abaddon pages: Whatever. Again. GG. Operative term is still 'was', and 'were'. Past tense.

You paged Abaddon with 'You're right. Past tense. I'm sorry for my insults to you. They were reactionary and a result of my passion for the topic at hand. I'm pretty fucking desperate for hope and I see the political stuff from a different side than you. That said, I really have no interest in ever talking to you as a friend again. You showed absolutely no compassion or understanding for my view of things, even once I explained my situation. You're not the person I thought you were.'

Abaddon pages: I couldn't tell you had a side. It was buried under a mountain of 'fucking' and 'fuck you'. You want compassion and understanding, try not to extract it with verbal assault, because it doesn't work. I'm sorry your life is hard. But screwing other people to prop yourself up doesn't work, because invariably it'll be YOUR turn -- or more likely, your KIDS' turn -- in the barrel. But think what you will.

You paged Abaddon with 'So, your solution is to keep my family and kids precisely where they are, with absolutely no help because it might effect your pocket book a little? You were going on about 529 plans, which effect saving for college... well, my kids aren't going to college at all. It's ok for me to be a little upset about that, and a little excited when hope is given to me, right?'

Abaddon pages: Conversation's over, Ollie. You had the chance to debate this rationally and calmly. You opted to tell me 'fuck you' instead.

You paged Abaddon with 'You chose to call me a self-absorbed bint. Own up to your own side of things.'

You paged Abaddon with 'Quit putting all the blame on me.'

Abaddon pages: 'Whine some fucking more.' God forbid I should get angry with a government addicted to other people's money. And God forbid I should get angry when I get blown off. Maybe you should've thrown in 'check your privilege' too.

You paged Abaddon with 'So, telling me I'm a self-absorbed bint is totally fine? Totally acceptable?'

You paged Abaddon with 'I already apologized, and meant it, for my insults to you.'