My Political Blog:
Points to Ponder, &
Other Bits & Pieces...
Points to Ponder, &
Other Bits & Pieces...
What follows is a bit of a departure for me. Up till now I've been more than just a little hesitant to publicly blog about specific instances of Left-leaning individuals vomiting their bile upon me. One of the reasons why I've long been hesitant to "go there" is that I knew long, long ago--years ago really--that the very moment I began writing conservative-leaning political commentary, I was crafting a very large invitation for abuse to pour out upon me. I knew the risks, and proceeded anyway. That is, I own up to this whole deal. It goes with the territory, as they say.
Thus, for me to express (feigned) surprise at the volume of vitriol heaped upon me by various members of the self-professed "tolerant" crowd would be a bit disingenuous. I knew going in to this whole hot mess that I had better go garbed in a high-grade flame-proof suit.
Today, however, I think the time has come to modify my hesitation. No, I won't name names. If you really care to learn some of the names, just go to my Facebook page...and it won't take you long to unearth a few of them. Alternatively, scour the Disqus comments on the AmericanThinker.com site for my TwoShoes moniker, and bask in the (complete absence of) tolerance demonstrated by the replies that Left-leaning folk disgorge there.
In my defense for my decision to blog about these specific oh-so-tolerant Left-leaning individuals, I will say this. It is precisely because they've routinely vomited their bile in public forums (AmericanThinker.com, spectator.org, or on Facebook), that I think I can be excused for "writing behind their back(s)" as it were. And this, in spite of the fact that I still consider at least a few of them (on Facebook in particular) friends. I know that I risk damaging whatever remains of these friendships by composing this post. I think it is a risk worth taking, so here goes.
My motivation for writing this blog post is that I now face a bit of a conundrum. For all the self-restraint I've exercised, I've seen very little self-restraint demonstrated by some (but certainly not all) my Left-leaning friends. The conundrum arises because I want to lead by example. I want to lift others up, not lower myself to what may be characterized as wallowing around in the gutter.
But after this morning's interactions on Facebook, I'm now very close to concluding that those who do not exercise even a microscopic portion of self-restraint have forfeited the right to be shown decorum. (I'll again parenthetically note that not all of my Left-leaning friends pummel me in public. There is a non-trivial number who do, in fact, demonstrate decorum and restraint. That is a very good thing.) Yet, despite my desire to "lead by example," there may come a point where my example is not only ignored, but is trampled underfoot by jack-booted Brownshirt-wannabes.
Yes, this is a harsh characterization. Well, if you find it too harsh, please tell me where I'm wrong with formulating my harsh characterization. Please demonstrate to me where, exactly, I've erred: please show me how I've somehow missed the subtle tolerance of some of the more vocal Left-leaning individuals out there. I really want to know. That is, I'm not indulging in pretense here: I'm not using rhetorical devices to pretend to be mystified when I am not, indeed, puzzled.
Those of you who know me know just how loyal I am to the idea that "we're all in this together" here on Spaceship Earth. Those of you who know me know I don't care if you are white, black, Latino, or Asian; I don't care if you ideology is on the Left, in the Center, or on the Right; we each and every one of us must choose to live with one another, or else we each choose a different course.
But what are those of us who cherish the benefits of living in a Civil Society to do when a large number of our fellow Spaceship Earth passengers refuse to be even the least little Civil?
I am a happily married middle-aged man who served his country as a nuclear-trained US Navy sailor during the peacetime years of the late 1980s. I re-entered civilian life before the First Gulf War. Though I trained for war as part of my military duties, I saw no combat during my service. War games were as close to combat, and its perils, that I ever got.