Rhyan even spoke with the reporter from the Post. “I believe for me, as a Christian, we’re the people being shunned, people being silenced, and a lot of the liberal side of things are becoming the bigots to Christianity and faith,” he said. It was all part of a public discourse, Glezman believes that frequently writes off principled Christians as bigots. He hasn’t seen his brother and Pete for a year. “Chasten had everything, from cellphones paid for, car insurance paid for.” “The story makes it look as if he came from nothing, a poor family,” he said. It was little more than an example of playing the “victim card” for political gain. They always win, and I seem to like it that way.Glezman was particularly angered, he added, by accounts suggesting the family was poor and that Chasten went without as he was growing up. The truth is, I’m from a matriarchy, and I married into a matriarchy. But that’s Machiavellian, or Chris Matthewsian, and not really my scene. If you are going to attack the king, you must kill the king. I took on a powerful person and was crushed like a bug. I have various theories to explain what happened.
When I phone her, she says, Hello, nostril! Then when I grovel and bring up the framing on the skylight, she says, I thought you were calling to talk about string theory! Over the last three weeks, my sister-in-law’s victory has been solidified. I said, But she was talking about something she knew nothing about! My wife gave me a look and said, Did I really hear you say that, talking about something you don’t know anything about? If I were you, I’d scoot that right back into your mouth. On the drive home, I told my wife about the battle and she said, This is what I always tell you, it’s that Harvard prosecutorial tone you get, and it’s very upsetting to people. I promptly apologized, but later she had made it into shtik. She explained that it had been my tone, so condescending and arrogant–that she had seen my head rising and that I looked down my nose at her and flared my nostrils. She sat down across from me on the porch. I said, I guess I better not ask you for any advice on the bathroom. I’m putting in a second bathroom and have been getting tons of architectural advice from my sister-in-law, and I realized I could forget about asking her about the construction of the open-stud book-shelf-wall, which was her idea in the first place. It wasn’t till the next morning that I realized what deep shit I was in. I used the same joke later when we were talking about the BP oil spill and she said she was for the nuclear option, to blow it up and bury the well, to which I nodded and said, Why not let’s talk about string theory? I trust you on that subject as much as this one. Huh? Says I, Well golf is not something you really know anything about, so we might as well discuss your opinion of string theory. I asked her to go through the list of activities, not sports (cards, crosswords, billiards-anything you can smoke while doing) and generally agreed with her but I said firmly that golf is not an activity, it is a demanding sport and when she perseverated, I said, Why don’t we talk about string theory? She got a blank look. We were at a vacation house recently when she asseverated that golf is not a sport, it’s an activity. My wife’s older sister is the strongest in her clan and though we get along great, now and then I bridle. In my bouts of therapy, I’ve always gone on and on about my mother’s power. I grew up in a matriarchy and married into a matriarchy.