because it's my ball, and I want to go home.

The other night, I posted a facebook, uh, post, where I mentioned that the muslims in Nigeria yet again were engaging in their favorite hobby, killing Christians. A friend, a very intelligent friend, took exception to the fact that this was the second such post on the matter in as many weeks. She proceeded to write a well-reasoned but naive piece on how since muslims make up 20% of the world, and other religions have engaged in equally shameful behavior in the past, that they should get a pass.
   Ultimately, rather than argue on the merits of holding people equally accountable for crimes against humanity based on the crimes, and not on their wonderful religion, I chose to delete her rant, since it was annoying and took too long to read, and, at that, wasn't worth my time (and if she's a reader here, I apologize for my harsh opinion. Your reasoning was awful, given that we rarely agree on matters of politics, and you have a fantastic handle on the language and rhetoric in general- the post in question was a lump of coal amidst your usual diamonds).
   I guess I pissed her off by deleting the post. My explanation was simple. It's my fucking facebook page, and i like debate, but it has to be reasoned debate.
 And that's all I have to say about that.
      I've discovered also that bud light, while making inoffensive, easy to drink in quantity beer, now makes an alcohol-heavy variety. I have taken to bringing one or two with me into the bath at night along with my e-reader, rubber duck and phone. I find that a hot bath at the end of a hard day (of drinking) is nice.