WoW-ee, let’s say I invite you over to my house to talk. While we’re talking, I fart right in your face. It’s my house, and I can do what I want in it, I tell you, or in your case, one of my sycophants tells you so. That happens to be true. But as a host, I also have a duty to be polite and hospitable to guests. A guest can simply get up and leave in response to deliberate rudeness. But he can also tell his host, “I beg your pardon, sir. But I find your act of farting in my face offensive,” and continue the conversation. If the sycophant breaks in and tells him to show more respect to the host, calls him shameless, he can answer that with one finger, and still not have committed any disrespect against the host. As I’ve said, run along.
I’m done talking about this. Let’s talk about something interesting.
You know, I’ve got some writing I’m procrastinating for which I will get paid when finished. The deadline is midnight tonight. But I’m stuck for an opening sentence, having already done the research. So I come here and post around a bit, and when I turn back to the assignment, the words come to me. It’s a great way to jog the muse into productivity. So thank you for this exchange. It’s worth a few bucks to me.
One facet of respect is taking the person you respect seriously and assuming he’s an adult. Jim is a big boy. His ego isn’t half as brittle as you think. He’ll get over my criticism if he’s any sort of man.
Enough needless hostility. Let’s just agree that Obama, Romney, Ron Paul, Islamofascists and libtards suck and get on with our respective lives.
None of us wants or needs your approbation. But FReepers WILL demand manners and decency. You appear to have none.