Hi, thanks for stopping by. I hope you’re well. With all this self-isolation and social distancing I don’t get to see you in person as often as I once did. So, writing is my only outlet.
I enjoy writing. Putting my random thoughts “on paper” is an art form for me. Writing is my method of expression. I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler, and can’t carry a tune in a bag. But, I seem to have a way with words, at least that’s what some tell me. Now, I don’t post as often as I’d like and I don’t write if I don’t intend to share the finished essay here. Why is that?
It seems people have decided that it is proper to attack the author, the painter, the poet, and the songwriter. Not their work, or their thoughts, but the person. Too often the criticism received is personal in nature. Just the other day I mentioned that sports were meaningless and that in view of COVID they should be shut down to preserve the health of the athletes, They just are not that essential.
The comment I got was something about me being anti-sports because I was crushed by “the first tall black boy who dunked over me on the court in elementary school.” First of all, anyone who knows me knows I love sports. I played sports, I encouraged my son to play sports. I went to every game, I watch far too many sports on TV. My wife has surrendered and is now possibly even a more avid fan than I am. Secondly, anyone who knows me also knows that there are plenty of short white boys who could outplay me back in the day. So, this guy’s comment was just wrong. But, it was also personal.
There was no attempt to validate the need for sports. There was no criticism of the point I made about money being the driving force behind games this season. there was no defense offered for my statement that the athletes were being treated as gladiators in ancient Rome. If they were injured, their career ended, or if they died was of no consequence, as long as the people were entertained.
We call Facebook, Twitter, Parler, TikTok and others, “Social Media”, but we forget to be social. We need to get back to true conversations. Conversations that are an exchange of ideas, not a barrage of insults. We need to rise above the adolescent level of attack that can be grouped in the “yo Mama” category.
If you’re against masks, tell me why, don’t call me a sheep. If you don’t want the vaccine, tell me why, there are plenty of reasons for caution. If you are for the things Trump stands for, tell me why, don’t call me a libtard.
I promise I will agree, or disagree, on the merits of your comments. Not on the color of your skin, the color of your hat, or the color of your heart. I will treat you online the way I would treat you in person. I will listen and respond. Or, I will listen and, after excusing myself, walk away.
Now some may say that I could avoid all this if I just wrote more about Moose, because after all, who doesn’t love Moose? So, before I go here’s a picture of the big guy to bring a smile on a winter’s day. Even he wonders why we can’t just play nice.