BERSERKITY -- OR, THE COMMENT UNIVERSE

Public figures and people who do not have their security set at maximum often get raving nutballs commenting on their social media posts. Whereas a man like myself sees that rarely. And the obvious luncheon meat or werewolf mouthfoaming will never be approved anyway. That said, some of my internet associates may not see things entirely from the same perspective. Rose-coloured glasses. Or blinkers.


Underneath a recent post, Backwoods Israeli wrote:
Well-said. Can't say I'm too mad about the United States stepping in this way...but then, my city's hospital was the target of a ballistic missile from Iran. Not too many of us here in Beersheva are feeling sentimental about the United States dropping a few bunker busters.


He's a person I know relatively well, I think. Probably the fellow who over a decade ago was angry about an essay I wrote involving turkeys, butter, and stuffing.
It was a recipe he could under no circumstances follow.
Non-kosher to the umpth degree in yedn gefal.

After all this time I'm sure he's become used to my treif posting, and I'm happy that he still occasionally reads me when I'm foaming at the pen.

Then there's a person who appells himself "Playscript", who directs my attention to a teaching assistant (Emma) with a cigar habit. It's a hot humid day in her classroom.


I'm fairly certain I know who that commenter is. A man with an unbridled fondness for the shir ha shirim (asher li Shlomo), with training in the scribal arts, and an attention to details. Resident of the Ir Ha Kodesh last I heard.

His methodology for acquiring critical thinking skills seems to involve drams of single malt Scotch paired with Dominican Cigars. It is broad-minded and multicultural. Sadly, I cannot say that I have observed that locally in any way. Most habitual cigar smokers I know tend to have a stick up their backdoor wedging the window firmly shut so that no new ideas may enter and the dog is trapped inside, chewing on soiled kitchen towels.

One only has to look at the State of Florida to see that.

Once it was a tropic wonderland with happy alligators gamboling care-free in the morning sunlight, but since those Cuban exiles took over it is filled with Burmese Pythons, fundamentalist religious nuts, gun-toting rednecks, and Ron De Santis.

Malaria, dengue, zika, measles, rabies, and syph.
Faith healers and used car salesmen.
Plus skin ailments.



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