Doesn’t happen often anymore, but there have always been times when “things” start to overflow, when life just gets too full, when the psychic levees and dikes that I’ve built and maintained over 50-odd (some, very odd) years simply aren’t going to hold.  Y’all welcomed me here….so you asked for it.

I just wandered back in, after being flat out of dharmatude for a few weeks (unavoidable, unwonted and unconscionable workativity) and what do I find at the home of reciprocal excellence, but a pissing match, and a pissing match between a couple of my favorite folks over, as far as I can tell, not a great lot beyond personal styles.  What’s up with that?  Did I miss something truly substantive?  Have I van Winkled myself into a state of buhdicious obsolescence?

My mother always said, if you can’t say anything nice, shut yer fuckin’ piehole (truly she did).  She also used to say, “I don’t DISLIKE her, but I wouldn’t invite her to my birthday party”.  Most of the world wasn’t invited to her birthday party, but she remained rather popular because she was capable of absorbing whatever tripe her interlocutors might emit, with nary an eye-roll nor yet a riposte, and with only the slightest of sighs as she watched their retreating backs.  Honesty is sometimes confused with aggressive assertion of what one perceives to be true, unmitigated by self-conscious awareness of one’s own fallibility and quickly devolving into a “sez YOU” exchange that only serves to perpetuate and inflame the original animus.  It’s sad, and more than a little bit absurd, to watch.

Please tell me, please, that we will extiffulate, dehissify, and, if you will, inacerbate (as opposed to exacerbate) this breach of excellence.  An occasional spate of micturation in one another’s rice bowls is unavoidable, even among the best of brethren, sistern, auntern and unclern, but portativity of grudgulation needs be averse.

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