I'm a Catholic boy and I can sling the rhythmic Anglo-Saxon terms with the best of them, but it gets wearying. I have to get better, but man, it's tough to engage when the world is mad.
Friday, June 19, 2020
I haven't been blogging much, as you've noticed. . .
We are living through one of the more momentous years of our lifetimes, and yet I have found it difficult to face the blank screen to write. It's not surprising, I suppose, because we are in a time of great tribalism and primitivism. Our fellow citizens cover public monuments with expletives, when they aren't topping statues from plinths. A typical conversation seems to go like this:
Or like this:
I'm a Catholic boy and I can sling the rhythmic Anglo-Saxon terms with the best of them, but it gets wearying. I have to get better, but man, it's tough to engage when the world is mad.
I'm a Catholic boy and I can sling the rhythmic Anglo-Saxon terms with the best of them, but it gets wearying. I have to get better, but man, it's tough to engage when the world is mad.
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it's hard to converse during a shouting match. and that what we have.
I blame the mainstream press the most, cause those who make great bank should feel a responsibility to behave and enforce that sense of responsibility upon themselves while encouraging a better discourse among the rest of us in the lower caste.
Reasonable discourse is shoved farther and farther into an ever shrinking corner. You can't even begin to make an argument before it's perceived as being either black or white and gets shouted down.
A couple of Baltasar Gracian quotes come to mind:
"Even knowledge has to be in the fashion, and where it is not, it is wise to affect ignorance."
"Better mad with the rest of the world than wise alone."
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