Et tu, Brute?

My friend Dennis and I have always debated political issues; he being a "Bolshevik/Nationalist/Socialist/ Communist/Liberal/Anarchist" (his exact wording) played very well against my staunch conservative ideology. Regardless of how heated things may have gotten between us, at the end of the day we were always able to shake hands and walk away because in the grander scheme of things our friendship meant more than the argument--even though there were times the argument was all there was between us. This was all good and well, and had been working fine for the past three years; that is, until he introduced someone new to our forum. I welcomed this individual before realizing just how ignorant, uneducated, pompous, arrogant, and just plain stupid she was. Needless to say, it took just one "debate" for me to realize that she did not deserve a place at our table, thus my reason for excusing her. Empowered by her limited intellect, she resorted to name-calling and girded her loins for a battle of words with me. With ME. Talk about pompous, arrogant, and just plain stupid...Anyway, I dismissed her yet again after humiliating her with proper sentence structure and overall general historic knowledge, so what do you think happened next?  Dennis, my friend of 34 years, begins speaking to her in spanish. He either did not give me credit enough to know I would translate this or he thought me too stupid to even attempt that, but regardless of what his thought process was, it was wrong. He made some very disparaging remarks about me, and for what? For the sake of keeping this "friend" he had made on Facebook mere weeks ago, or was it to show loyalty to another Bolshevik/Nationalist/Socialist/Communist/Liberal/Anarchist? Either way, it hurt me more than it angered me. I wrote him one final message on FB and deleted him from my list, and while I might miss him (34 years IS a long time, after all) I do not miss the nazi flags, Communist flags, and negative American propaganda he was wont to espouse day after day. So Good-bye, Dennis. You made your choice, and I hope it brings you 34 wonderful years of comradeship. Good-bye Allison. Even though we interacted for but a day, it proved to be one of the best learning experiences of my life. I guess what makes this so hard on me is that I lost my best friend just two weeks after my fiancee told me she wants me, she needs me, she loves me, she can't do without me, then breaks up with me because her god-damned cat is more important than me. Anton Chigurh, where are you when I need you most? If not to end my pain, then to exact revenge...heeheehee.