Being The Last Angry Man
One of the first science fiction novels I ever read was Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I loved it. Via the marvels of modern scienctific advancement, The Professor just sent me this item: hyperlink. Knowing Card's opinions, I walked over to my bookshelf, took down my dog-eared copy of Ender's Game, and tore it into three pieces. People are free to have their opinions, and I am free to hold those opinions against them. I cannot in good conscience own a book by a man who knocks Star Trek while at the same time praising Firefly; one or the other is permissible, but taken together they are intolerable.

In the words of Hedonismbot, "I apologize for nothing."