“Dad: It’s your choice what you put on your blog page. I’m not telling u to change it. I’m just saying I don’t go there because of what you consider to be “rib-tickling” humor. It’s not my responsibility to sift through the images to get to your message. If you have a following that doesn’t have a problem with that stuff, that’s fine. I’m just not a part of that group. My opinion is that the images are rude, distasteful, distracting and detract from any message you are trying to convey. Again, my opinion. If you really want me to read your articles, I would be okay if you just emailed me the texts instead. I love you.”
Well, Folks: Just when I thought I was doing pretty darn good expressing myself about certain disturbing social issues (i.e., “disturbing” to me), I get this email from my daughter … Now, THIS I find truly disturbing: that I raised an opinionated daughter who’s stalwart, righteous, upright, moral, and adheres very strongly to acceptable conservative values which, it seems, I had long forgotten (or maybe I never had because I couldn’t figure out what is “acceptable”, “conservative”, and “values”)!.
What can I say …? “Gulp” …! Time Out for some serious self-reflection, here … Do I feel sorry? Or maybe a bit ashamed …? Could I do without the images my precious lil’ girl finds “rude, distasteful, distracting and detracts from any message” I’m trying to convey?
I thought long and hard for a second: Quite honestly, my answer to All The Above is an unwavering “NO”!
You see, there’s more than adequate serious, straight-faced journalism out there to induce severe symptoms of constipation and pop hemorrhoids even if William F. Buckley, Jr. were alive today. Many issues meriting public concern have been previously discussed elsewhere and are along similar lines to those I choose to address. And, YES: those (other) sites get a lot more traffic than my humble little blog does.
But I haven’t as yet come across any writing that juxtaposes with synchronized immediacy the writer’s closet opinion about what he just wrote; more so, if his veiled stance is tangential to his written message and, perhaps, somewhat more honest – despite the gaudy wrappings of proletarian vulgarity [and a few (in-)appropriately placed inspirational .gifs]…
And if the message concerns OMG-type issues of gravity nose-to-nose right smack up in your face, perhaps there might be a funny side to it if you walked around to its rear and reexamined it from its South Side with a proctoscope. Nowhumsaiyin’? Then, perhaps all that seriousness might be “Gone With The Wind” ..… Which reminds me of that immortal line from Clark Gable: “FRANKLY, MY DEAR, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN”.
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