Kyle Kashuv is the Rodney Dangerfield of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High. Granted, anyone under thirty will need to Google the reference, but Kyle never seems to get any respect. No respect at all. The interwebs have apparently decided he's not fit to sit at the same table with his gun-grabbing, chin-impaired peers.

Even at the big anti-gun rally manipulated by every leftist activist group imaginable totally organized by four kids in a kitchen. Someone's name was conveniently left off:

Despite the snubs and incendiary political rhetoric, Kyle is keeping it real:

Game respects game, son.

Mad props to you youngsters.

Through all of this, Kyle has been showing class and unrivaled maturity. As opposed to calling the other side bit**es and accusing them of murder like other people. Kiddos like Kyle give us a glimmer of hope for the future. In spite of all the underaged duncery surrounding this debate.

Here's what makes this important. As the bossman says, there's no virtue in finding common ground just for the sake of doing so. When you're dealing in inalienable rights, and one side wants to take them away, there's not much to agree upon. That's not to say we can't be diplomatic, while still sticking to our guns. #puns

The first step toward starting these conversations is usually as simple as not being a total doucheburrito to the opposition. Kyle seems to have that part locked-down. More than even most adults. Even if he were of the grabbing type, us pro-boomstick peeps would still be much more likely to at least hear him out. The flag-ripping, Wal-Mart wrecking types, not so much.

Well done, Kyle. You get all the "A's" and gold stars. Somebody buy this young man all the root beers.

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