In various rants over the time I have been privileged to be able to do this (and believe me I know that it is a privilege that I am able to express myself this way) I have spoken about many things. Like the line goes from Thru the Looking Glass. The whole line is:
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
I am often surprised at what catches your fancy and gets me the most response. And I am equally surprised when I do a rant on something I just know will elicit the most response and get not a peep back.
I have learned that that the written page has its known rewards and no one else’s. And I have learned to live with the brickbats as well as the bouquets.
But this all got me to thinking about the vast number of things that I haven’t put pen to paper ( or fingers to keyboard) about.
Some things I don’t put down here because I am just not knowledgeable enough about them to comment.
Mayor Lou Barletta and the Hazleton immigration laws. I don’t live in Hazleton. I can’t really comment on what is going on there.
Catholic schools closing. I don’t think I am qualified to take a side on that subject either. I do like seeing the kids in uniform but that’s another subject entirely.
Some subjects I have tried to write about but found it too harsh for public ears. I wrote a long what I thought was a pretty funny article about obituaries then canned it because I thought it was too ghoulish.
ED NOTE: Clearly my tastes have changed
R.I.P. James Marshall Rising
And I have never written about my feelings about the Iraq war. I just can’t seem to put into words how I feel about it and when I try I end up being so bitter and negative that it transcends from a rant into a rather personal attack on those in charge and so I leave it alone.
I know that the biggest lesson I have learned in these pathetic scribbling is to get over myself.
My words fly out of my mouth and into this microphone and wend their way through amplifiers compressors and transmitters and even now on the internet.
Then as quickly as they are spoken they are gone.
And in the big scheme of things that really is for the best.