The party of Lincoln
Published 31 October 2008
Hi! You've stumbled upon a blog post by a guy named Ryan. I'm not that guy anymore, but I've left his posts around because cool URIs don't change and to remind me how much I've learned and grown over time.
Ryan was a well-meaning but naïve and priviledged person. His views don't necessarily represent the views of anyone.
Ever stayed too late at a really great frat party? One where the music was hot and the people were fun, but they slowly start coupling off and leaving. Then it devolves.
A guy is passed out on the stairs and someone's drawn on his face with permanent marker. There's a handful of sloppy drunk people on some beer-stained couches unwilling to call it a night. One of the bathrooms is filled with vomit and there's trash everywhere. Suddenly a bunch of guys nobody knows shows up because this is the only place where they can keep drinking, and they start harassing the girls that until then were having a great time and now will never come back. Everyone gets into a fight, someone calls the cops and the whole thing ends up being a nightmare.
When the Republicans talk about being the party of Lincoln, remember that party.