Sunday, March 29, 2020

Ergo Ego

I am grappling with how to put this in to words.  It is an update to a previously published opinion I had, about when people call someone "unprofessional" or "negative".   All they are doing is trying to shut down opposing opinion. Minimalize. No discussion allowed, no matter how cordial. I have always viewed this as weak minded, while the brain behind the ruling thinks it is strong.   Maybe it has an upper hand, power wise, but it will only grow to a certain level.

There is no difference between this and a grammar Nazi that fully understood what you were communicating, but had to point out your errors.  Communication is about understanding the message.  If you got the message and complain about spelling errors, you are now nitpicking and condescending. 

I have been labeled a shit poster, a shit starter, and so on, even before social media.  I have even been called a troll.   In my defense, I do not use profanity in a rebuttal. I listen to responses. I have praised opponents for their skills. I have listened and admitted I am wrong.  I can be convinced.  I am just curious beyond belief and a voracious reader. Opinion fascinates me. 

Lord knows....I have done wrong and gone to my limits to improve myself, and continue to push that boundary, even as cognitive function declines through age, and with the 'help' of my various debilitating medications. 

So, I read, and I type. 

I was once kicked off LinkedIn. I did what I do, and provided a contrarian view.  It was pro Monsanto and anti social justice warrior.    I did not even believe what I wrote, but it was proper rebuttal to a weak argument.  And I was gone.....

Now, I am on a 3 day partial suspension from a social media site that allows depravity of all levels on their site.  They say I violated their rules, but there is no example.    I must only take from it that I am not in line with their politics or I have stepped on the toes of their signature accounts.   

I am not a gnat to be swatted away.   I have something many do not. 

When I type, my voice carries. This will not be forgotten. ( That was the EGO of a man that doesn't want to have to have one) 

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