The Inappropriate Blog Title & The Proper Choice

I mean, sure, Parkinson’s Disease can be hilarious, if you have the ability to not take yourself seriously. A good sense of humor is essential when seeking the strength to fight any serous disease or chronic condition.

Some people just aren’t blessed with the ability to see themselves as susceptible to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as any other mere mortal. Someone must be BLAMED, God damn it, and someone must be MADE. TO. PAY.

But it is apparent that his chosen blog address is such, only because this one was taken.

h/t R. Stacy McCain

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An Overdue Apology

I learned a few moments ago that I made a mistake, and I need to rectify it immediately.

Late in May, I took my Twitter account private. Several others (whom I will not name; it’s my mistake and no one else’s) had also done so. I was being vigilant about who I approved as a follower.

Joe Johnson (@juicyjoe101) tried to follow me in early June. I gave him a look, and he didn’t pass my bona fide test. As has become my custom, I blocked him.

That was not the mistake. It was A mistake, but it wasn’t THE mistake.

THE mistake was when I posted at Hogewash! a suggestion that if anyone one was being followed by a Joe Johnson, they might want to take a second look.

I made that suggestion based on available evidence. My evidence was sufficient for me, but in retrospect it was not sufficient to suggest to others that he might be someone to be viewed with suspicion.

I further compounded my error by not revisiting the post to see Joe’s response. It stands on its own as a successful argument against both my conclusions and my actions in pressing my opinion beyond my own head.

I do not apologize for being careful of my own space and boundaries. I do apologize for impugning (imputing? Heh.😉) the character of someone I had barely formed an opinion of.

Joe, I am sorry. It was only today that I found your following comment and your tweets asking for some clarification or correction. I hadn’t been paying attention, and I wasn’t seeing your tweets through the block.

Entirely my fault. What I did was wrong. As soon as this post is up, I’ll unblock you. I hope you’ll still want to follow me.

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Credo propterea puto.

Cogito ergo sum.

I think, therefore I am.

But as the old joke goes, Descartes walked into a bar, and the bartender asked if he wanted a drink.

Descartes replied, ” I think not,” and promptly blinked out of existence.

Ever run into someone who, because they think something, then that MUST be the truth? And conversely, if they don’t think something, that thing CANNOT POSSIBLY be the truth?

If a lack of belief in X means that X is not true, does it follow that if you don’t see Y then Y doesn’t exist? If you’ve never heard a song by artist Z, is the song imaginary?

When he sits in a totally darkened room, in complete silence, does he cease to exist? When he sleeps, do I cease to exist?

I’ve never been inside Fort Knox; so that gold must not exist, huh?

“O that way madness lies; let me shun that. No more of that.”

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