My tone can be harsh, and my barbs can be sharp.
To read my material, one could reasonably assume that I was one miserable human being. Depending on the day and the topic, one could reasonably be correct in that assessment. And I completely get that.
By my account anyways, I’m kind of a good guy. If this was a movie, I’d want to be one of the fellers riding along with the loveable but crusty old sheriff in pursuit of Black Bart, that bastard who robbed the bank and shot up Miss Kitty’s saloon.
So why the tone?
It’s sometimes an uncomfortable reality that, when you’re fighting the “bad guys,” even the good guys have to employ the kind of tactics that the opposition use to advance their own causes, to use language that they might not appreciate.
If these were people who could be reached through rational, good-faith discussion, then sign me up, I could do that all day. But many of these types are well below that bar, are dismissive of rational argument, and couldn’t give a fig about what we may think.
To get their attention, you have to piss them off. And to piss them off, you have to get under their skin, expose their anger, flush them out of their smug certainty that being the loudest voice in the room is the one that ultimately prevails.
It’s tough to land a punch on people like this. And sometimes, with some of them, you have to take the elevator to the basement to even get within range of landing a punch.
So welcome to the basement.
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