A Short Post About Demonizing Your Political Opponents
I once knew a fellow from an online forum where I used to hang out who went by the name Max Booty.
Contrary to what you might think, Max Booty was not a neocon. As best I could tell Max Booty’s politics were lefty, not campus quasi maxist lefty, but lefty.
But Max Booty hated George W. Bush. Hated him. I knew this because of the sorts of things he’d post about Iraq invasion and occupation.
Max Booty worked as the manager of a landmark New Orleans restaurant, and though not a native, Max was a proud citizen of his adopted home.
Then Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans and the aftermath (“You’re doing a great job, Brownie”, etc.) made Max Booty really really really hate George W. Bush. Really.
Max’s restaurant was not destroyed, and sometime in the weeks or months after Katrina it happened that George W. Bush was going to be at Max’s restaurants for a meal and photo op.
Max was worried.
Max was worried that when George W. Bush showed up in his restaurant, his rage would boil over and he would attack the president and get shot down by the secret service.
The day came that George W. Bush went to Max’s restaurant and Max met him face to face. George and Max shook hands and talked a little.
And Max found George to be irresistibly and genuinely likable.
Shortly after their encounter Max quit his job and moved to London.