I am experiencing some difficulty expressing myself via my preferred medium. Not that it is unusual to have trouble gathering my thoughts; indeed, getting started has always been difficult. It is odd, however, that at this very moment I am in what I can only describe as the best possible writing posture. It is a place that has, historically, produced some of the most biting sarcasm, the most intense ridicule and cast a brilliant light on the inconsistent statements, moronic acts and idiotic ideologies of our time.
Yes, I am pissed off.
But this time it is personal. It has nothing much to do with the society in general, with establishment… the world is not going to come to a grinding halt. No, this time I am not coming to the rescue of the little guy and it is not some institutional injustice towards the downtrodden I am addressing. And although I might be “the victim,” I am so voluntarily. I am more than capable of retaliation and would stand up for myself if it were - well, cost effective. In this case, a good offense would have to include better defense - I am not holding all of the cards.
If this all sounds overly vague, it’s because I am being overly vague. I do not want to arouse the kind of attention a recent piece here (which has since been taken down) once did. I will not provide specifics - not because I am afraid of the potential consequences, but because it is not in my best interest. Although largely voluntary, I have been effectively squelched - censored, in a word. I can name names, give dates and produce publicly available evidence to support my case, but there is no prize. I can’t win anything more than public opinion, and I can’t spend that.
One day, maybe soon, I’ll lay it all out. But for now, I’ve said enough.