In cruising my friends’ blogs this evening, I came across a particularly venomous exchange in the comments section of one of them. I started to jump into the middle of it and wound up writing this long op-ed piece that I knew I was going to have to re-post to a half a dozen other blogs, so I decided to just state it here and be done with it. (Also, I feel there are too damned many people reading this blog, so I thought I’d scare a few off.)
For the record, I believe that the impending war with Iraq is ill-advised (to put it mildly). If the Administration had a shred of evidence to support any of its claims, it would be trumpeting it across all the news networks (assuming it wasn’t leaked first). Either that, or they should be giving it to the weapons inspectors, rather than screwing around with some sort of game. “We know where they got the weapons, but we’re not gonna tell you. You’re getting warmer. Warmer. Nah, cold.”
But the thing that really bugs me more than anything is the inability for intelligent people to discuss an issue which we have no control over outside of the next election (unless members of the Administration read this blog) without resorting to name-calling and piss-poor rhetoric.
This goes for both sides. “They started it!” is no excuse.
I’m tired of watching someone try to voice their opinion in an open forum or blog comments and having them chewed up and spit out as a person. I thought we were over the four-year-old “you’re a doo-doo head” stage. But, apparently, I am either the most naive person living or, as my dear departed mother would say, “the only one with brains God give a goose.”
I’m opting to believe the latter. Screw it. I’ll play the grown up. Because, you know what’s the worst that will happen? You’ll stop reading this blog. (I’m not going to say you’ll stop being my friend, because if that’s all it takes, you never were to begin with.)
I started with three readers. And though it might have hurt me a while ago to think of typing this crap for my own amusement, right now it doesn’t bother me a bit.
So, here are the rules for Solonor’s Groovy Grove of Mystical Wonders:
1. Love thy neighbor as thyself.
If you can’t say your piece without including a snide comment about another person (not counting trolls and public figures), don’t bother saying it.
Um, geez, I had a couple dozen of these here a minute ago…
Seriously, that’s it. I’m not a political blogger, so I probably won’t put a bunch of political crap here to get you all huffy about anyway. And, to be honest, I’ve not had any of this go on at my site. But I have friends on both sides of the political spectrum. I don’t want to lose any of them. More than that, I don’t want to see any of them hurt. Ever. For any reason. And just because those are the rules here, it doesn’t mean you have to limit yourself to sticking to them here alone. They should apply to the entire blogonetiversisphere.
Meanwhile, for those of you who accidentally linked to me because I hang out at so-called warblogger sites and still tell their owners that I love them dearly, please, read my mini-manifesto at the bottom of my goofy About Me page. It will tell you all you need to know about this left-of-center idiotarian.
If you can’t handle any of this, I suggest you find someplace else to play. Or at least, play nice while you’re here.
Parrot joke anyone?