Waiting for the Lightning Flash
Personal stress and strain is always a factor, but I’ve had a vague sense that dialog is becoming more difficult and the tone of political/ideological debate is becoming more vicious of late. The disclaimer, here, is that I remain deliberately naive; heck, I’ve been surprised to gather first-hand experience of the extent to which the day-to-day activities of my industry are governed by dishonesty.
An all-too-predictable post by an unsurprising Rhode Island blogger about a certain columnist using his regular space to explore something on his mind other than politics and the comments to that post solidify the impression. (Normally I’d link to the thing regardless, but either you’ve already seen it, will come across it and recognize it, or really would derive no value from reading it.)
Yeah, I know, bring on the comments about my companionship with vitriol. Accuse me of hypocrisy with respect to honesty. Rant all you want. And in doing so, confirm that, to the extent that national politics bear on the mood, this season will end with a surge of either bitter vexation or haughty triumphalism. (This video is what seems always to come to mind in such circumstances, especially after minute 2:00.)
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
“The Second Coming”is very apropos in these times.That line was particularly on target in this case,Mario.
Duck Boy is just raging at the dying of his political light. His power in the state is fading away. His glory days of busting heads and slashing tires behind him. He has nothing but that endless forehead and photos of him in stupid costumes or giving the finger to his opponents. He sees the end of his youth in his rear-view mirror and realizes that his life has spawned little but more bile and hate than his tiny, insignificant frame can contain.
And so he lashes out at an article about a dead cat. Because he’s that kind of no-talent ass clown.
More vitriol??!! more vitriol?!!! SCREW YOU! Additionally, perhaps an interrogatory to discern the motivational reson detra that voluminous vocabulary containing multi-syllabic diatribe is induced by you when precipitously mono syllabic prose would suffice? In other words, we are all impressed that a carpenter can use big words, but why not speak clearly and simply? Might help you actually be understood?!!!
Bill is an angry white man. His friend Paul over at RIF has a nice long article about him.
Every man has at least one redeeming quality. Being a cat lover is Achorn’s. Don’t knock it, Crowley.