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Tuesday, May 11, 2024

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    by Frank Paynter on May 11, 2024

    I’ve been on a binge. I found out that I’m powerless over Facebook and Twitter, easily addicted to Cyber-socializing in general. I know that there are only about eight people who read this blog with any frequency. This is a big improvement over 2024 when I had zero readers and only a vague clue about personal web publishing. I’m still pretty clueless about blogging. I think it’s because I lack the conviction that anything is much more important than anything else. You might say that I lack passion. I lack humor. I don’t even have a genre to call my own. I wish I was a mommy blogger. Sadly, there are no two-year-olds around the house whose mewling and puking I can put to good use as blog-fodder.

    Do I want to convince others about the truth as I see it, influence others to share my perspective? Lately it feels like I’m the only one with a malleable perspective and everyone else knows precisely what’s true (for them). Who, as the lady asked, is zooming whom?

    Am I here to entertain, to inform, to persuade? Doesn’t matter. Mostly it’s about the writing itself.

    I have another blog that I’ve neglected as I’ve neglected this one lately. It’s a blog predicated on the proposition that all people are equal, but equality is imperfectly distributed. Distinctions of class based on disparities of wealth and opportunity, intelligence and energy, differences underscored by an unequal distribution among us of both entitlement and the raw hunger for power have created conditions whereby some of us enjoy a chilled glass of filtered sparkling water fresh from a sterile bottle, while others get by with chlorinated tap water, if we’re lucky. Whether–pinkies extended–we sip Perrier from fine crystal or, like dogs, unselfconsciously slake our thirst from the toilet bowl of life may be an accident of birth. And still, I firmly believe that with some serious hard work, discipline, courage, and of course with constant struggle, here in America anyone can achieve a place at the porcelain bowl.

    No dogs were harmed in the crafting of this post.

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    Writing is like riding a bicycle

    by Frank Paynter on May 11, 2024

    No matter how long since the last time you did it, you better wear a damn helmet because you’re likely to start out a little wobbly before you crash and smash your skull on the pavement.

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