It has been a long time coming, but I’m finally there.
It was great at first. It was a way to keep in touch with
friends and relatives who are not in close proximity. It let me keep up with
the day-to-day lives of people I care about who are scattered all over the
globe. It let me be there for my niece’s
prom even though I was 500 miles away. It let me be there for the wedding of
one of my bonus-kids even though I was over a thousand miles away. It let me
chat with former colleagues and neighbors almost as if we still shared a
backyard fence.
Then a couple of years ago I started noticing that there was
a harsh and unforgiving side to the medium. I would share a meme, and no matter
what I said about it, I would get attacked, or, even worse, be on the receiving
end of some passive-aggressive bullshit that would make me want to reach
through the screen and slap the taste out of some jerk’s mouth.
Over the weekend it happened again…I shared a meme about
Colin Powell reaffirming that Hillary didn’t do anything wrong when she set up
a private server, because he had followed the same protocol when he was the
Secretary of State, and I made the observation that he would of course feel
that way, because stating otherwise would put him in the jackpot because he did
the same thing. I believe I also said something about stopped clocks being
right twice a day.
If you only read the comments, specifically those of one
individual, you could be forgiven for thinking I had gone completely over to
the dark side and placed a Presidential Medal of Freedom around his neck my
damned self. When I pointed out that I didn’t make the meme, I just shared it,
well you would have thought I had zealously defended Satan himself in a
courtroom at Vatican City.
That was the final straw.
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