Seems like every time I say something remotely political, I get notified that I need to change my password. I get a “cannot authorize” in my notifications.
I have been remarkably consistent in my infrequent political postings. I am a staunch moderate that has serious and provable problems with both major political parties. I have REPEATEDLY advocated for mutual conversation towards a positive goal, with an emphasis on listening and giving validity to each other’s view points.
I don’t think either side of the political extreme represents the majority of American’s political viewpoints. The Trumpers and the Wokes are both equally awful yet surprisingly prevalent online. And neither side represents the reality of daily life.
And yet, every time I say things to that effect on this site, I get hacked and I have to change my password.
It is Friday, June 17, 2023. I live in Missouri USA. The local time is 6:38 PM.
I wonder how long it will take for me to have to change my login information again.
The middle is an impossible place to be. There's no spectacle in it. It's just the place for Getting Things Done, thus impossible to romanticize.
We are Very Busy Apes who require entertainment, and it's enormously entertaining to stand at the far end of the enclosure and hurl turds toward the other–much more so than say, sitting in the middle and feeding oneself or grooming someone or making one's bed for the night. This business in the middle simply will not do. Very Busy Apes must play the game. There will be time for the middle once the turds have been counted and the winners decided. If one refuses to play, the apes at the edges will hurl turds at the middle until such time as the middle gets up and chooses a side.
Enclosures are very noisy places too. High curved walls bounce echoes around in such a manner that one often hears one's distant poo adversary shouting directly into one's ear. This is why it is imperative the middle of the enclosure be abandoned. One will miss all the meaningful exchange.
Why would one subject oneself to such tedium, such anonymity, such COMPROMISE as happens in the middle? One cannot WIN from the middle, and Very Busy Apes need to win.
One must summon every ounce of poo that one can muster and bring it to the far end of the enclosure immediately. This contest is for the very soul of the enclosure.
At the very least, if you're going to stay in the middle, you might offer to help count turds.
This made me chuckle. Well put. But I’m not ready to pick up my fecal abacus just yet.