Crazy week. The world recoiled in horror, and then the Internet tore itself apart. I lost my patience pretty quickly, and honestly, if it weren’t for my responsibilities as Information Systems Officer for my class from West Point, I probably would have deactivated my Facebook account. I can handle the lunatic ramblings of the Twitteratti because for the most part I don’t know those people. Who cares what a bunch of sports writers and comic book artists and writers think about the news of the day? No one, really, and that’s fine. However, I do know the folks on Facebook, and as a result their “arguments” get to me. Because no one ever learns anything, and also because…
Who wants to watch their friends argue?
I certainly don’t.
Now, you may say that keeping a column like this is exactly like posting an argument on Facebook, and maybe it is. The difference, at least in my mind, is that this site is mine, that folks who come here have done so voluntarily to hear what I think. I’m not twisting anybody’s arm, and--truly--my feelings aren’t hurt if you like me but not my writing. In the same way that we can be friends but don’t have to work out together in the weight room, we can also be friends, and you can ignore my blog. It’s okay. I get that it can be political. For what it’s worth, I’ve been trying to do less politics of late, but readership has gone down as a result. So I’m going to need to find a balance in there somewhere--hopefully without coming off too hypocritical.