{"id":251,"date":"2012-05-16T03:32:54","date_gmt":"2012-05-16T03:32:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=251"},"modified":"2012-05-16T14:32:38","modified_gmt":"2012-05-16T14:32:38","slug":"getting-down-off-your-horse-and-savin-a-little-face-is-as-american-as-apple-pie-in-the-face","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=251","title":{"rendered":"Getting down off your horse and savin\u2019 a little face is as American as apple pie in the face."},"content":{"rendered":"
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Getting on a high horse means you might get kicked off if the critter\u2019s not done kickin\u2019 its habit.<\/p>\n

So I\u2019ll get off before I get any more ahead of the pack in what I’ll call the Bozoversharing Derby. And I know there\u2019s a hell of a lot of oversharing bozos on that bus raising dust and dirt behind and ahead of me. A lot of the ones ahead are dead, a lot behind\u2026are lost and coming on and everything in between.<\/p>\n

So yeah, I\u2019ll go back to the online social game cuz Ed\u2019s algorithm story probably ain\u2019t sci-fi. And riding a high righteous horse doesn’t make you less alone — in real life. (Match.com deems the great novel “Moby-Dick” as an “obscene” title. I’ve said my peace on this. See previous post)<\/p>\n

So…How about \u201cMoby Richard (third time) Or, The Whale?\u201d Yes?<\/p>\n

Or \u201cRichard III, and the Whale inside me and you, the whiteness and the blackness.\u201d<\/p>\n

Or \u201cTime, the most mysterious word of all.\u201d Norman Mailer said that.<\/p>\n

Do I contradict myself (by dismounting)? So I contradict myself. You know who said that? for extra credit\u00a0(no, not H.M.).<\/p>\n

I suppose worse is losing one\u2019s meager audience, of you and you (yes, you).<\/p>\n

But changing one\u2019s mind to a degree<\/em> is pretty damn American, as long as you know your core principles down in your gut, stuck to your bones — the ones that made it easy, maybe too easy, to fall in love with this country, for all its damn craziness and decrepit soul rot. Because of all the people and lives it represents because it’s the living that counts (the dying too) and if we screw each other over or forget where we came from\u2026<\/p>\n

I\u2019m talking history of all kinds, not just navel-gazing type family mooning in the moonshine, as valid as that is. I’m talking our<\/em> history.<\/p>\n

But enough, I’m off this horse for the time being, partly because I was once accused of navel gazing by an editor. The folks of any gender, color or persuasion who appreciate the absurdities afloat in this matchless little controversy will be my friends.<\/p>\n

Matchless, indeed. Besides if you can’t go over the top once in a while on your own blog then this peculiar new medium ain’t worth a whole lot\u00a0because I’m hoping there’s a few people out there doing more than just staring at another screen full of type before they click onward. Which leads me to one last question: If “dick” is banned on Match.com, why isn’t \u201cclick\u201d also banned? I mean, you\u00a0let that c<\/strong> smooch that l<\/strong>\u00a0and whaddya got?<\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s a surprisingly slippery slope isn’t it Capt. Algorithm,\u201d Starbuck said. \u201cThe whale is\u00a0just a dumb brute. It’s madness chasing one whale and risking everything.\u201d But then, maybe it’s a smarter-than-you-think\u00a0white whale wearing his own version of the Scarlet Letter, A. Or wearing whole alphabets of scarlet letters on his scarred, hated hide.<\/p>\n

So don\u2019t be strangers friends, the blog is my place to be for now. Please share. A little more than just enough is better than nothing. — KL<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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