Just a little heads up. I will no longer be accepting comments from you. It’s not that I don’t appreciate civil discourse. But “civil” is in fact the operative word here. Merriam Webster’s online defines “civil” as synonymous with “polite,” “courteous,” “gallant” and “chivalrous” or “observant of the forms required by good breeding.” You would know these words if you spent more time at http://www.m-w.com and less time on my blog. Calling me a liar, a fraud, a latte liberal and a fat slob serves only to contribute to the divisiveness prevalent in our society and to show you for the uncouth, uneducated coward that you are.
You make a lot of patronizing references to “people like you” and “the likes of you” as if you know me. You know nothing about me. And I know nothing about you. Maybe you just got fired. Maybe you just lost your best friend, or your spouse walked out on you. Whatever. Too bad. Taking your anger, your frustration and your own feelings of inadequacy out on me won’t solve your problems.
You consider my blog nothing more than me “spewing trendy blabber,” that I have no original thought and I say nothing relevant. You would know. You are apparently now an expert in my blog. I can see by the visitor logs that you have spent hours reading and have in fact gone back and read nearly every post I’ve written since July of 2004. Sadly then, by your own admission, you have wasted a lot of your own time.
You write that as a marketing guru “anything that is written by the likes of….[me]…. can be considered as having a hidden motivation.” So, I’m sure you won’t mind; I am drawing the line here. I will reject all of your comments from now on.
And I know who you are. You are not as anonymous as you think. Every time you leave a comment you also leave your IP address. I know you are in San Marcos. I know you are connecting via Cox Communications. I know your name. Continue your harassment and I will pursue legal means available to me to the fullest extent allowable.
And while I’m drawing lines I will no longer accept Anonymous comments from anyone. If you don’t put your name or email or link to YOUR website on your comment, I won’t publish you on MY blog. That is the beauty of having my own blog. It is my space to play, and I make all the rules.
To the rest of my readers, if you agree with Anonymous, that my blog is irrelevant trendy blabber, then move on. There are some 10 billion other websites out there. Or make your own blog where you are free to opine until the cows come home.
“My favorite poem, my — my favorite poet was Aeschylus,” Robert Kennedy said, “and he once wrote:
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until, in our own despair,
against our will,
through the awful grace of God.
“What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love, and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black.”
Not all the writing prompts worked well for me…
For this particular session, we received an envelope filled with randomly selected letters that was supposed to inspire us to write about our destiny.
It’s kinda scary how my brain works. This may eventually work for me, to use in my writing, or it may become my new mantra: Live Like There is No Tomorrow or Defy Destiny.
Last year’s mantra was Why Not Me. But I think I need to move on from that.
Do you have a mantra?