Some times self-awareness is a bitch.
I've often said that I have too much time to think, when I was driving a bus, sitting doing essentially nothing(that includes fiddling around on the 'puter), or waiting for something or another.
Contemplating the state of our political debate, or lack thereof, I find myself decrying the reprehensible vituperation of one side against the other, and please note I'm calling out everybody, and I realize that I'm as guilty of it as the next person.
Damn and Blast!
How is it right for me to rail against Mr. Limbaugh's slanders when I do it myself?
The answer is that it isn't. If I wish to be taken for someone who wishes rational discussion, I have to engage in rational discussion, and not vituperate against others no matter how good it feels at the moment, and let's be quite honest here, it does feel good to call some slime ball in the most rancourious(you're going to find quite a number of miss-spellings here, get over it)of terms.
And that's possibly the reason for it.
"If it feels good, do it"
Statement of an age, and possibly one of the worst ideas ever to take over a generation.
So I guess I've got to up my game and watch myself. I don't wanna grow up, I wanna call out the slime balls of the world in the worst way possible, and in the worst language possible.
But the down side to that is that I don't look any better that the slime balls, not that I care much about how I look, but I do want my opinions to carry some weight, and so I will contemplate my short commings, and attempt to improve my image.
Crap.