Lets see. . . . I've accused people of being authoritarian, freedom-hating leftists. Called people communists. Book burners. I've "inferred"
it. I've "implied" it. I've called people fascists.
Now, to be fair, I've been called a Nazi sympathizer, a Nazi, the "alt-right", a racist, a bigot, even been called a leftist and a loon.
Some may think this is some life-changing thread where I promise to change and not call people names anymore.
Not going to happen.
But at the very least, we can acknowledge that it is occurring, that no one is an innocent, that we are all, at some point, miserable name calling
Some times the name fits. In our culture as humans we give names to things we see. So I call it as I see it. Does it always make me a nice guy?
Hells to the no. (as the kids say)
Do I go to sleep a night fretting over the names I've been called?
Yes. It tears me up inside.
Kidding. I don't even think about it. And really, neither should anyone else.
I know that my descriptions of you all may be incorrect, certainly I know your descriptions of me are wildly inaccurate. You'd have a better chance
of getting it right if you compared me to a backup dancer to Taylor Swift than the partisan sum-bitch you see on line.
But that's the only place any of you know me, so we can only do what we can do.
It's important to realize that while name calling goes on, there could be a variety of reasons behind it. Mostly it's because I can be a dick and
want to jab someone in the virtual eye, but on occasion, it's to illustrate a point.
Things are going to get worse here. People are not going to get nicer any time soon.
I'm certainly not.
But there are moments where we can all take a breather, realize what we're doing an put it in some sort of context.
Time to get back to the bashing, you commie bastards!