If my 500-some words that take all of three minutes to read were too much for you, maybe you and your disposable prose belong on Twitter and Snapchat. I’m sure you make a good little tweetling, chirping out cheap sound bites and tidbits all day. Yes, I understand: ideas are tedious, and discussion is difficult, and engaging one another respectfully as thoughtful human beings capable of higher functioning is oh-so-boring, certainly when compared to throwing around empty, shallow witticisms. I’m about ideas. You’re the one who’s about “me, me, me,” because you clearly enjoy hearing yourself talk, even though you just as clearly have absolutely nothing to say. Guys like you are a dime a dozen. We are living in a world increasingly dominated by people just like you, superficially witty hopelessly smug little narcissists with no attention span and no patience for anyone who doesn’t stroke their egos. This is precisely why we have the pathetically dysfunctional political culture we now have. Medium is just a microcosm of that, and you, my friend, are a tiny microcosm of that microcosm.