At least one person this week was not able to detect my sense of humor in what I write. Granted, some of my stuff does take on a somber tone, and I’ve been somewhat restrained during my sad season living entirely too close to some serious wackos. I’ve moved away from that place. But it has taken awhile to shed that sense of wading through a swamp and dodging alligators. (The new mountain bike is helping a lot!) I’ve always been a clown, but recent events have peeled away the straight-jacket and I’m starting to manifest my giddy, bubbly personality more consistently.
So I guess this serves as a warning that it’s going to get worse.
Keep your eye out for sarcasm, parody and just plain old goofy nonsense. It’s not that this is going to turn into a joke forum, but that I tend to dramatize and entertain at points where it involves myself, at least. Is it really necessary to use quotation marks when I say that someone “attacked” me? If you’ve hung around here much, I’m willing to bet you don’t see me as fearful and worried about someone’s rhetoric. Say the worst you can about me and I might just grin and nod in agreement. And then warn you that you still have to live with it because I’m not going to go away. You can’t get rid of me that easily.
Is it really necessary to use all the common clues, completely lacking in creativity? Do you really need emojis, “LOL” and stuff like that? Ick.
I can yell and be angry, but in a split second still say something totally off-the-wall. Try to avoid seeing me through the eyes of our Western social expectations. I tend to violate that standard willfully. When you walk by the heart, human anger usually rises from some well-considered sense of threat, and fades quickly when the threat is under control. I might be wrong and I surely know how to grovel at the feet of anyone when it’s morally justified, but it’s been a long time since I felt genuine guilt about playing rough.
So it works best if you erase from your mind any part of an image of me that includes genuine hostility and threat. That sort of thing is not a part of my online ministry; there’s no way to give it any real meaningful use in the virtual realm. Yes, Zionists are a real threat in one sense, but until they start parking outside my door with thugs and weapons, or starting cracking into my computers and online accounts, we need not make any dramatic whispering plans and crank up the encrypted communications. The one thing they actually are likely to do is attempt censorship of our online message. So take that part seriously, but chuckle if I suggest anything else.
Oh, please, please, please, don’t hurt my widdle feelings! (Imagine dramatic pleading, bowing and scraping with outrageous sarcasm.)
And then I crack up, roaring with laughter. That’s the image I want you to have of me.