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June 4, 2014
Why don’t I write more?
Why don’t I comment extensively on these daily crimes?Why don’t I record podcasts? Because I don’t want to be a Hefner or Guccione or Flynt of this “outrage porn”, feeding this false facade of “oh my gosh, we’re totally doing something” when in fact, you are growing ever more flaccid and ever more supine with each passing day, lost in the fantasy of your own potency.Why I'm considering quitting. | Barnhardt
Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 4, 2014 12:12 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
Your Say
This lifted off the pages of The Washington Rebel some months ago, before it imploded. The sophistry and polemical discussion on that blog site reached critical mass:
"I doubt the efficacy of teaching, though it's noble indeed to attempt it. Witness the enormous learning, wit, and insight of so many wonderful bloggers whose voices can now be heard. Still, as entertaining as their efforts are, it seems to me that the effect of their work in defeating the liberal, grifter enemy is marginal." — Colonel B. Bunny
Posted by: chasmatic at June 4, 2014 1:01 PM
I read Ann for the nourishment I get for my spleen.
Posted by: Jewel at June 4, 2014 3:40 PM
Yeah, there's several things a week I could scream and rant about on my blog but really... why? Nobody cares. Nobody changes. Nobody learns. Nobody changes.
Posted by: Christopher Taylor at June 4, 2014 4:54 PM
Here there be Cassandras. The point isn't to convince. It is to tell the unvarnished truth, because there are truths to tell.
Posted by: Jewel at June 4, 2014 7:15 PM
Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few.
Take my uncle for example. His name was Louie Lozko. We called him "Letsgo Lozko". He raised bantam chickens.
He was a seer of much, sayer of little.
Posted by: chasmatic at June 5, 2014 6:40 AM
Why do you write? Because your words are like pebbles tossed in an ocean: though small, they make waves.
It doesn't take many words to change hearts and minds: Don't Tread On Me, We hold these Truths to be self-evident..., Remember The Alamo, and, Jesus wept.
Posted by: twolaneflash at June 5, 2014 8:44 AM