Reading old posts is a bad idea. Because it makes me sad. Because I no longer have an active commenting community. Which makes me want to sing.
I ain’t got no comments, and nobody talks to me.
I’m so sad and lonely, ’cause I ain’t got no comments.
Sigh. I’ll just turn out the lights and sit here.
Alone.
In the dark.
And quiet.
In the dark…with Tig and Grace.
So unless you’re up north away from Tig and Grace, you’re not alone…but if that’s the case, it probably isn’t quiet…nor dark.
Good night, Meryl, and pleasant furry dreams…
Now hold on….
I leave for a week long vacation and I come back to all this sadness?
I can say I haven’t been posting everyday as of late because I’m just getting tired of all the BS. I can only take so much hypocrisy from the media before I just have to sit back and let it go for a bit.
I was talking to my lawyer a few days before I left for vacation and a 30 minute meeting became a 3 hour “how the hell do the media get away with it” debate.
He and his wife have been to Israel and told me what his impressions were, and what he himself had seen while there.
It ended with his telling me of his wife’s Holocaust survivor father. Whom while listening to him talk to a group of children one day, suddenly realized when he held up a picture of his first wife and first daughter, both killed by Nazi’s that she had a SISTER she had never known.
I left shortly after that and sat in my car for about 15 minutes composing myself.
It’s that past, and that is so often ignored, and seems so bent on repeating itself that sucks much of the will to post here away. I see Israel’s enemies sharpening their sabers, and Israel’s own leaders grabbing her head and pulling the neck taught for the blade.
Then I see the good ole’ USA ready to parade her enemies to the front door, and the UN there with sheets help up over the windows so everything looks “normal”.
I’m NOT a Jew, hell, I’m barely a Christian. I read the bible, and I try to follow it. Up to and including that Jews ARE the chosen ones. There’s no denying that. I would LOVE to hear the Psalms sang in Hebrew. I would love to witness a Jewish “mass”.
As a “non Jew” I can look at what’s happening and see the double standard. I guess that makes me a Jew pet, or whatever the Anti-semites call those that don’t hate Jews. I see a pattern that has come up over history. And can see it’s happening again.
I’m sorry I rambled. I don’t want you to fold up shop here. I come here and see the news that the mass media seems to “miss”. I come here for info while I’m debating the Muslims on youtube.
I come here to be reminded that I’m not the only one. That sure, I’m apparently in the minority of rational thinkers, but I’m not the last one with that belief.
I’m sorry that you’re down. But you’re many peoples foundation, one that keeps us grounded and maybe even a little off center, so we don’t get to comfortable. But just because we don’t tell you thanks everyday doesn’t mean we don’t need you, or even that we’ve forgotten you’re there.
It simply means you’re doing your job right, that we don’t feel the need to guild the lily.
So please, for those few that want to read the truth, turn those lights back on.
And thank you. In a world where truth is hard to find, your blog is a bright light guiding the faithful and brave to a big old wad of truth. And kitty pictures.
Here’s a song for you, Meryl.
Lyrics here.
Perfect blend of St. Louis blues and Long Island kvetch…
I’m a faithful reader, not a faithful commenter. If you consider than I’m a dog person… well I come here for the other stuff.
Hi. Read every post. Just don’t comment that often. Probably what you are really looking for is a man to liven up your life, and then kids.
Dang… I stop by here several times a day, but I need to do more than just rip you off for topics every week or two.
If you needed evidence that I’m a goy, that’s gotta be it — you’re my blog-mother, and what kind of a Jewish son would treat his mother so?
Hey, that reminds me… if you don’t mind me taking the opportunity to ask, do you know what happened with Scott/Indepundit/ LT-cum-CDR Smash? His site’s been dark for a while, and there was no “goodbye” posted. I know you were friendly.
My best to Tig and Gracie, as always.
J.
You see this on most blogs now, and judging by the quality of discourse on blogs with regular hundreds of comments.. Well, yuck.
It’s quiet time for mid east related topics, Do you want to blog about Paris Hilton to get on the memeo or bring in loads of comments? I sure as heck don’t, neither do you. Better to get there when it is merited than chase these things everyday with 15 posts of pure crap imho. Play some funk!
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I try to play my music
They say my music’s too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
When I rolled with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
With all this bullsh*t going down
– Isley Brothers.
What can I say. “Flow my tears STG said”. Or, maybe – “A comment a day keeps…” no, that will be stupid of me.
Tom, well, there was our evening play session after the post so yeah, it wasn’t quiet. Tig rrowls a lot when he plays.
Ben-David: Heh.
Rahel: Great song. Great singer. Thanks!
Jay, yes, I know what Scott is doing. He’s changed his line of work and can pretty much never blog again. I can’t be specific, but he’s trying to use his powers for good. And no, he’s not CIA. I hope we’ll see great things from him someday.
long_rifle: Huh. I depress people too much to comment. That makes sense, on some posts.
saus: Ew. Paris Hilton. Ewwwww.
Snoopy, I think that’s a great idea. Except you post, so you’re exempt.
Oftentimes, I see no point to adding my commentary to a post that says it all…and says it well. Which is the typical post around here.
I may not leave a lot of comments, but this is one site that I visit several times a day without fail. There’s always something insightful and thought-provoking. Not to mention frustrating. Hulk smash!
Thanks for the update, Meryl. I do feel better knowing he’s doing more significant things than blogging, but I still wish he’d put up a “gone fishin'” sign or something instead of just fading away.
For the record, when I first saw the “kinder, gentler” Hulk hands, my first thought was “I’m SO glad Meryl got ’em before they wimped ’em down.”
How does Tig3.0 like them? Has he experienced them yet?
J.
Hunh, what am I, chopped liver? Here I kvetch and babble a comment almost every day, and Meryl complains that nobody is commenting.
And stop sounding like the Jewish mother in the lightbulb joke.
Michael, you’re right. You’ve been stalwart for ages.
Jay, Tig3 hasn’t been introduced to the Hulk Hands except as stationary objects that he climbs around. But he just got introduced to the garbage disposal (I use it very rarely), and he didn’t like it one bit. Little goofball. He’s totally doped up still, and refuses to stop following me around and falling asleep near (or on) me.
I hear you about the comments, feels like the well has run dry. But we keep on moving because that is what has to happen.