Before the internet, John Doe could only get his opinions published via letters to the editors. Now, he can spit out a thousand comments a day, or jizz himself stupid on FaceBook, Twitter or a personal blog. If not adverse to paragraphs, he can also, like me, blather unchecked on SubStack. While this universal access to an audience has allowed the odd heretic to gutter in this vast darkness, it has enabled a gazillion more to regurgitate choice, juicy lumps they’ve swallowed from professional con men and liars. These turdy boluses are often fortified by homegrown witticism or bile, so rejoice! We are the beneficiaries.
That preface was occasioned by this comment by RECrowley, “Protection for thee but not for me, eh Dinh? Your textiles should have no problem competing in a free market since the cost of living is so much lower in Vietnam. What product of the US are you afraid of—Rice?”