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They went from ‘I can’t stand you’ to ‘I can’t stand being without you.’
A Northwestern University and Facebook friend messaged me today with the link to the obituary of my dorm roommate. This is the person I called my best friend until he became a deplorable. In 2019 I wrote this about it:
For about forty years I called my former college roommate my best friend. Charismatic guy, natural leader; did law school in a two-year program - that’s where I got the idea for Guenevere and Lancelot to do law school in two years in AKOTAS. I gave Lancelot this guy’s birthday. About ten years ago I learned he was a Tea Partier. Then in September 2017 I looked back on his Facebook for the previous year for something friendly to write about in birthday greetings. I saw an entry he wrote the day after the presidential election where he said he was glad to see “real Americans” in charge again. I lost all interest in wishing him a happy birthday, then and since.
In the summer of 2018 I wrote on Facebook that I had decided against attending my 40-year high school class reunion because the odds were too good that people I used to like and respect are now supporters of the fake president. I was afraid I wouldn’t be civil, but more afraid I would be civil and regret it afterwards. This guy argued with me about it, that I should be more open and friendly to people I don’t agree with. He stopped when I called the current administration and its supporters “fascist”, and said, “These are the kind of men your father went to war against” (his father was in the Polish army in World War II and afterwards immigrated here to the US). Afterwards I thought that he had stopped talking to me but thought that, if he had, it was no loss to me. Then he emailed me for my sixtieth birthday last weekend. I answered with the hard, sad truth that I can’t be friendly with someone who allies with the politics and morals he does. He replied tryna make it look as much as he could that it was his idea we won’t be talking any more. He talks in dogwhistles, so in private you’d have to engage to get him specific enough to refute, and when you don’t engage because you know better you’re living in a "bubble”. But in front of others when I brought out the honest vocabulary like fascist he ghosted. Growing up I thought he was Hawkeye Pierce but it turns out he’s Frank Burns.
I still think of him when I put the Master in The Hero of Three Faces and I probably always will.
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"I'm her best enemy. Call me Master."
Any Missy or BestEnemies playlist? I wasn't able to find any.
I dreamed the Doctor encountering the Master in their UNIT era incarnations. Also present were two or three recent screen versions of Lois Lane, though I'm not certain now which ones, or whether they were real ones. The Master told one Lois he wanted to speak with her before he left. Then he was just sort of hanging with the Doctor, and somehow contrived to lie on his back on the floor and move telekinetically to ram his head into the wall once. At this point in the dream I was the Doctor and I watched the Master walk unsteadily to me and sit and I said, "That is the stupidest thing you have ever done." Then the dream focus was on the Loises and the first one said, "You know what I'll never forgive him for? Telling me he wanted to talk to me then spending the time with the Doctor." Another one said, "You must have known it was going to happen." The first one said, "Yyyeah." Before I woke up I saw the Doctor and the Master and some third person sharing some wine and cheese or something and wondering which nearby object was the Master's TARDIS he'd escape in, and deciding it was the chair he was sitting in.
Dreaming of the Master and being the Doctor with Lois Lane also around may be reflective of my thoughts the other day while knocking around Arthur, King of Time and Space that the date setting of the latest-set comic strip there showing Arthur, Guenevere, Lancelot still alive (the one where I initially drew them with their golf gloves on the wrong hands) is about half a year off but the people whose birthdays I gave to Guenevere and Lancelot are both gone; because I associate Lois Lane with my wife, who died on Lois' birthday, and I associate the Master with my best enemy, who was my college roommate and became a deplorable.
I'm silent but I feel betrayed
hey @anon calling you a cunt. I will only tell you once. BACK OFF!!!! This is MY ENEMY
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