A sad day. Yesterday I blocked someone. This was the first block on any social media in at least five years. This runs counter to my belief system, and it saddens me. Well, not completely true. I block #porn slingers. Not as much for moral reasons, but for boredom. Sorry, boys and girls, you’re wasting my time, especially in the load time for your fave wannabe pics. This time, the person has been on a hate-tear for about a year, devolving to proof-by-meme, ad hominem, and answering all replies with the same rubber stamp. I enjoy alternate discussions, emphasis on ‘discussion.’ The more different from my beliefs, the better. As long as it’s a discussion. Unremitting hate is too much.
How President Clinton improved my posture. Occasionally I get comments on how ‘erect’ my posture is in group photos. When I stand in a group, I interlock my thumbs behind my back. When my shoulder joints aren’t acting up, I clasp each hand to the opposite wrist. This is a habit going back to the 1990’s, and it’s uncomfortable. It wasn’t until the #metoo meme campaign did I remember why I stand erect like a cigar store Indian in group shots. (I’ve got to slip some of this material into my short stories.) Epiphany! I started to grasp my hands behind my back in response to the Clinton groper-in-chief stories. Yes, I’m aware of the current allegations about other Presidents, but this is about my posture and my motivations for changing it. When you are pushed together, you touch each other. It’s unavoidable. I didn’t want to put up with
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