JOE | 2006-08-25
Joe says:
Bob, My eyes are not what they used to be. I don't have your tenacity. I don't want to work too hard. I want to read what you have to say but I don't want to have to struggle through it because of serious misspelling. When I write to you and to the members of this blog I will have the courtesy to not make you struggle to read what I have written. Courtesy. Someone mentioned it in another piece on this blog. It's a wonderful characteristic.
I had no intention of picking on you or trying to make you look like a clown on your own blog. I consider myself a gentleman. Gentleman. That's another word that may be going the way of all flesh in our land. It once meant something in our land to be referred to as a gentleman. Today, the news media refer to an armed robber as a "gentleman."
"The gentleman entered the pharmacy brandishing a pistol and demanded drugs from the pharmacist." Perverted language. That was no gentleman.
If the blog can be made a better place for everyone to visit I would think that anything that makes it better is a good thing.
Finally, I am what you might think of as an unusual mean old bastard. I am unconcerned about praise or condemnation. They are simply opposite ends of the same stick. That stick is not in my life. It makes life a lot easier.
Comment by joe rorke
ME:
As I said, your criticism was perfectly timed. Please notice I am checking my spelling far better now.
If you will look at my discussions of you as a mean old bastard, I very often use the pronoun "We."
We are considered mean old bastards because we have never adapted to the follow-orders refusal to object to things the way the group that calls itself The Greatest Generation did.
I wrote a piece lately about how it really distracted me when somebody said that I had somehow insulted them or put them down when what I did was criticize people their comment reminded me of. I can call you a mean old bastard and go on with my point.
Just stay as sweet as you are.
We have Shari and Elizabeth for our sugar, so a couple of sour old geezers like you and me are needed to balance out the flavor.