I met fellow Moronblogger XBradTC for a few beers tonight, just down the road from the real historical marker in Brea Canyon that's my blog's namesake. We mostly talked about military matters (Brad is an Army vet, while according to my lefty betters, I'm a Chickenhawk), politics (especially our mutual dismay over the rise of Captain Bullshit), and the Moronosphere. Brad is a very nice, well-mannered guy, though he swears more than any self-described Evangelical Christian I've ever met, something he chalks up to having a couple of Catholic Chaplains in the service.
We both agreed that we have to get together with more SoCal Moronbloggers over beers sometime in the near future (we're looking at bloggers like you, Malor) and that we ought to try to lure dpud out of Pennsylvania for a visit to the Golden State, if only to slip him some roofies and take compromising pictures of him for blackmail purposes. (Just kidding about that last part. Or am I?)
At any rate, Brad is a stand-up guy, especially since he picked up the entire tab for the evening. I totally owe him the next time we get together, especially since he's the only Moronblogger who knows what I currently look like and can describe me to police sketch artists who would be very interested in information regarding the disappearances of several hobos, not to mention the hijacking of a truckload of Val-U-Rite vodka.
(Cross-posted at doubleplusundead.)
Update: Here's Brad's take on our meeting. All I can say is that he's a filthy liar. Except for the stuff that's true. Which is everything. Although he downplayed how ruggedly handsome I am. Not cool, Brad.
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