Could you be a bigger idiot? You have no clue about the facts you left wing moron. What’s scary is that there may be others out there that believe all your lies. Get a life!!!
I love the Internet. No, I REALLY love the Internet. I mean, where else can you with complete impunity and no threat of retribution or consequence tell someone EXACTLY what a mean, nasty, horrible excuse for a human being they are? Where else can you vent your spleen, hit ENTER, push yourself away from your keyboard, and feel completely vindicated at having put another human being in their place? Yep, you showed them, didn’t you? You told them exactly where to get off…and now you feel better and a better person for it, don’t you?
Far too many people over the years have made the mistake of assuming that I actually care about what they think of me. They don’t know me, they’ve never met me…so for what possible reason would I consider their opinion of my worth as a person to be of value? Of course, in a perfect world, everyone would love me. People would unquestioningly accept the innate and immutable superiority of my point of view, and they would sing my praise anywhere around the world that has Internet access. Then again, the fact that they care enough to go off on me means that I’m making something of an impression. At least I’ve made them think. if only for the merest of split-seconds before that react and go nuclear.
Here in the real world, I know I’ll never be universally loved. Frankly, I’m rather happy that this is the case. This would all be quite boring and pointless if everyone agreed with me. I enjoy the give and take. Every now and again, I learn that I was (GASP!!) wrong, or at the very least incorrect about something. I’m not married to my opinions, but I do feel pretty strongly about my point of view. Nonetheless, if someone can convince me that I’m wrong…hey, more power to them. I enjoy learning, and if learning means having to own up to my own errors and ideological shortcomings…well, so be it. I’m pretty OK with that, and I’m secure enough to recognize that not being right isn’t a commentary on my personal worth.
A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.
- Albert Einstein
To the growing number of you who seem to think that insults, name-calling, and poor manners are justified because I’m a freakin’ moron, your first mistake lies in assuming that your opinion of me carries any weight at all. I respect your point of view; it’s probably a wee bit too much to hope for the same from you, eh? Or do you really just get off on tearing people down? Does it make you feel better about yourself to savage someone, even someone who doesn’t give a rat’s backside about your opinion? I realize that I’m not always a role model for the virtues of tolerance and forebearance. Then again, I don’t use comments to vent my spleen in whatever manner I deem justifiable at the moment my righteous outrage shifts into high gear.
You may not believe this, but all you’re really doing is displaying your arrogance, ignorance, and intolerance for the world to see. You’re free to do as you see fit, of course; but consider yourself warned. I WILL ban anyone from commenting who takes things too far. Being that this is my sandbox, I get to be the sole authority, and there’s no right of repeal. Really, though; is it too much to ask that you play nice in my sandbox (Do I pee in yours?)? If you don’t like it here, if you think I’m an idiot, then good on you; just take your tired, pitiful act somewhere else. If nothing else, I’m flattered that you see me as a big enough threat that you feel the need to resort to personal insults instead of making a cogent, supportable, and intelligent argument. Not that I’m particularly surprised….
In the meantime, I’m going to continue doing what I do to the best of my ability. Over the past 10+ years, I think I’ve hit the mark far more often than I’ve missed it. That will continue to be my goal. Sticks and stones….
Tune in tomorrow when I turn WWJD into a gardening blog. NOT.
