Maggie's Farm

When you go home,
Tell them of us, and say,
For your tomorrow
We gave our today.

War memorial epitaph
John Maxwell Edmonds

Buddy,

Those who have the privilege of knowing you personally I am sure are better people for it. You possess great wisdom , insight , and knowledge. That you also have a feeling for your fellow man and the diplomatic skills to put into perspective some of life's challenges is a tribute to your parents and you.

My foibles are many and easily identified. Perhaps one of them is believing that people are judged by the company they keep, the places they go and things they do, and the courage and honor in how they conduct their lives.

When I find a group of people willing to make more comments about a dog on Veterans Day than care to even echo the tributes of others to those Veterans that screams, and the scream echoes with a chilling message of ennui.

This is that place. A topic of any import here gets no discussion. A posting of an iron skillet will draw fifty comments. As I have spent my time in the bucolic simplicity of this commune one of my foibles becomes more pronounced, the urge to make even greater the simplicity by accent and dilation to the absurd. It may be healthy for me but is causes others great distress as they are obviously here for the skillet, Dylan, and the dog, rather than for any examination of why we bowl alone.

'Tis truly time I moved back into the maze and seek new cheese, or to even reacquaint myself with the pleasures of a book.

See you one day 'round Dripping Springs.

Best to you,
Habu

Baloney BD and you know it ....

you don't tolerate contempt filled posts? That's rich.

Scatalogical ? def. showing an extreme and unpleasant interest in excrement and sex ... never appeared in that post.

Your excuses are a lie. I used one objectionable word, the F word, and misspelled it purposefully. Of course it fooled no one but that was the point. That sentiment was justified, and few in our society over 10 have not heard or used that word.

It was something on the order of F Maggies Farm commune....is that your outrageous reference to an ad hominem attack?

As for characterizing anything in that post as scatological.perhaps my memory is getting too sclerotic but I used no such phrasing or reference.

Last week you warned me not to antagonized my friends. That characterization rose out of a difference of opinion and a desire to know the MF staffs ages and military service, a common biographical data. You and the staff refused to respond, as you do to this day. I said at that time it wasn't as though I was asking for your credit card number. That type of data is very often voluntarily provided in an authors bio.

So do me justice, and treat me equitably in your zeal for MF purity by not mis characterizing what I say. It makes you look like an intolerant tyrant who publishes only sweet orchid pieces and cannot brook disagreement.

You feign the purity of MF when it suits your editorial agenda, citing children might see a bad word etc and then you regularly post salacious pictures of bare chested women ostensibly for prurient interests.

Your behavior is not however setting any tone on the Internet that does not already exist. If it's one thing I have discovered over the past three years it is that if you disagree with the blog owner or administrator you can forget any form of equitable treatment. They will not tolerate an dissenting voice for long without eventually finding a word or phrase they can use to censor the poster.
A very effective means of thought and mind control.

Scatological? come on man.

And a note on friends I might antagonize.....writing on a blog in my world does not reach the level of bonding into friendship. It's a medium for an exchange of ideas and opinions ..it's bowling alone. If your desire is to have a chorus of parroting sycophants I don't believe too many of your contributors would sign up. I write my thoughts and ideas. Those who care to agree are free to do so, those who do not are likewise free ...but I won't be a sycophant, nor am I running for Homecoming King .....truth, you can't handle the truth.

reserve the right not to be insulted

When one has the power to edit and the power to deifine then there can be no honest disagreement.

If you can define when you have been insulted then a mild slight can be deeemed such, for it is your power.

As for civility, I am for the most part not a profane man. If you define lack of accord on a topic as lack of civility then why not just script our posts for us?

In todays world one does not have to look for a fight. You daily publish themes that in themselves are discordant. I do not look for a fight but you seem to take a disagreement as such. I will grant you every measure that I do not come to the keyboard with velvet gloves on, nor brain in neutral.

What you get is unalloyed for the most part. I do not apologize for that. Persistence is a virtue and not for the faint of heart for some things take courage but on the screen of a blog there is no courage in the true sense of the word, just as there is no friendship in the true sense of the word. It is simple an electronic medium and I do not form friendships over such a thin object.

I here "cool it" .. I am clearly searching for cheese down the wrong corridor of the maze I have entered. Comity is the watchword at MF. It is a good word for those who seek safe harbors. Perhaps MF should consider blowing itself out of it's homeostasis as painful as that might be, for it is only then you will experience growth and maturity.

Luther,

Saged observation. I will work on the not peeving others to madness while attempting to add some of you and Buddy's diplomacy to my posts.
As I challenged MF to move from it's stable homeostatic state, perhaps I would benefit from a similar move, away from that of antagonist to one of discriminating observer.

That may be cutting the baloney fairly thin but it'll be a start.

Thanks again for your keen insight into the effects oF posts on the human condition ..gosh that could be a psyche paper title.

You're right Buddy....had a dog once. Lost a leg to a rattlesnake, was deaf, blind in one eye and was incontenent. His name was "Lucky" .....ok so you've heard it a million times ..it's still funny.