I’ve been keeping my head down a bit, lately.
My recent essay on guns and dead kids, cheerfully captioned Make America Grieve Again, wasn’t likely to generate much in the way of warm and fuzzies, I suppose. I’ve taken a few shots since I blasted that dark bit of satire onto my blog. Two shots, to be precise. Which represents two-thirds of my usual audience - the other third being moi.
Since it’s been rather nice to have a following, no matter how tiny, after decades of muttering only to myself, I thought it best to raise my head carefully above the parapet to respond to my critics. Maybe they’ll (please) come back.
“You should mind your own damn business,” was the gist of volley number one, courtesy of my lone American reader. (I took a stab at reproducing his comments verbatim but my keyboard caught fire in protest.)
Fair enough, I say. My talents are few, and minding my own business isn’t one of them. But I certainly didn’t mean, by any stretch, to suggest that he and his countrymen are nought but a gang of murderous nutcases, or that every street corner in the U.S. is bristling with weapons. I know perfectly well that’s not true – I lived peaceably and pleasantly in America for years. That piece I wrote was satire, people.