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My Friend Karl, the Reasonable
For instance, I was talking to Karl the other day about this job he interviewed for and didn't get. After some prodding, Karl admitted he didn't even bring up his experience doing graphic design and layout work for his mom's greeting card business, or that he's a whiz at using Microsoft Excel. All he talked about was that same old jive about the white man being "the chosen one," "rising up to eradicate all other races"--blah, blah, blah.
"Come on, Karl," I said, "Don't you think delivering a racist manifesto during your interview maybe had a little something to do with the fact you didn't get the job? Also, you didn't even MENTION how great you are at using Excel spreadsheets!"
Karl conceded. He said next time he would try to remember to talk about spreadsheets before going into his racist tirade. See, I told you--he really listens to reason.
Here's another example. I bought Karl's old Chevy Caprice from him a couple years back. I had it inspected and found some problems with the transmission, so I asked him to knock $300 off what he was asking. He was like, "Okay." Then I said, "Oh, hey, and how about knocking another $20 off for the time it's going to take me to scrape that swastika sticker off the back window?" He said "Okay" to that, too.
I lived with Karl for awhile and one night he was listening to his Blank Generation CD turned up to seven. I said, "Karl, it is past 9:30 and I have to be at work at 8:00 am. Can you please turn the music down?" Well, not only did he turn the music down, he also said sorry.
Now that's one reasonable Nazi.
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