The discrete charm of the rapidly unraveling.
My little visit over to Right-Thinking, where there is precious little of both, has become kind of a hobby ever since the Virgin Ben went on blog-hiatus (possibly due to the reaction to his painfully unfunny "Shots from the Hip". You can pick up the scent of flop-sweat all the way from UCLA) Anyway, over at Right-Thinking, Lee throws out a link with a comment or two, much along the lines of what you might hear at your typical VFW lodge right around closing time. And then the "Right-Thinking Players" comes out of the woodwork in the worst possible chatroom kind of way to post their "comments".
Let's just say that the scouts from Mensa closed their scorebooks and left after the first inning.
But, by following some of the links I found there, I discovered a whole new world in blogging. In particular, the far-too-personal daily diary of the vaguely unstable. In polite society these writings would be kept in a diary and locked away, read years from now with a "what the hell was I thinking" frame of mind. But we don't live in a polite society and, if someone puts their private musings out on the internet for all to see...well, the Dian Fossey in all of us won't let us avert our eyes.
Which brings us to...Veronica.
I first found this comment over at R-T:
Posted on March 18, 2003 @ 10:01 am by Veronica
David: In regards to the tragedy of her death -- I shed just as many tears as I would if a human shield died. That is to say, none.
Veronica's name is a link to her blog....Let's go look.
Here's a good one:
Tuesday, 18 March 2003 :: 9.55am
When I was growing up, my dad never talked about religion or politics because he didn't want to influence me and my brothers. He wanted us to grow up with open minds, learn about everything that's out there, and make our own decisions when we were smart enough. And that's what we did. I'm the middle child and my older brother and I are both Christian and die-hard Republican, our little brother is still figuring things out but hopefully he'll come to his senses eventually.
It's odd coming into something because you know it's the right choice rather than simply because it's how you were raised (or, alternately, because you're rebelling from how you were raised). I became a Christian when I was 18, and a Republican when I was about 20. My older brother was about....whoa whoa whoa. Let's back up there, little filly:
I became a Christian when I was 18
and combine that with this little bit of Christian kindness:
David: In regards to the tragedy of her death -- I shed just as many tears as I would if a human shield died. That is to say, none
Thessalonians or Ephesians...you make the call.
There is plenty more where this comes from at Veronica's blog. And it's truly fascinating in an anthropological way...or if you haven't gotten your fill of the trials of young womanhood even after 34 viewings of Girl Interrupted .
Proceed at your own risk. She's an interesting little devil....