Last night I dreamed that Paul and I confronted an antisemite, and Mr little weaselly guy ran through the whole range of arguments all based on the premise, “Jews is bad” and of course you can’t debate with somebody like that, just hope you can get through to their kids before they are entirely poisoned. At the end of the ‘debate’ for such it wasn’t, he pulled out a gun and said, “I don’t need facts when I got me one of these.” Paul and I had to jump off the architectural equivalent of a cliff to get away from him, and then I woke up.
That was a seriously weird dream.
