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9/19/2004

Arlington Road

I have just seen a most chilling film - “Arlington Road.” It is about conspiracies, sophisticated cultural deceptions, terrorism and various versions of justice or so called justice.
What follows may tempt you to label me a conspiracy nut. (I wonder if anyone was ever given that label in Germany during the 30’s?) But please allow me the opportunity to explain myself on that point.
The strict denotation of the word “conspiracy” is: a group plot - secret, to some degree - to enact some significant social change that will benefit some at the expense of others.
No intelligent person would deny that conspiracies of all kinds, in this sense, exist in this country. The standard argument against conspiracy crazies, if that’s what they are, comes when their views include something beyond this strict denotation - when they add the connotation of large numbers of co-conspirators, or a great deal of money or political power behind the conspiracy. This is normally the red flag that paranoia is involved.
I agree with his latter point. No one conspiracy has such widespread support in any explicit sense.
But please consider the simple fact that the majority of people in a given culture implicitly share many things in common: unconscious paradigms, language structures, popular beliefs, strategies for living, psychological patterns. The television alone is an astonishing source of such commonalities.
I submit to you that when commonly shared dangers are feared, then the impulse to find protection will also be widespread, along with commonly held perceptions about how that protection may be found. The impulse to scapegoat will be widespread - not because there is any one conscious, explicit conspiracy, but because the directions in which a culture is moving must - by definition - be shared by the majority of that culture’s participants.
“Arlington Road” is a pretty compelling indicator of directions in which our culture is moving. The film was a revelation to me. I feel that I now know where it is all headed in this country. Violence against an increasingly parental government will increasingly be perceived as the greatest evil confronting us. Political and cultural conservatism - “right wing extremists” - will increasingly be perceived as the hotbed of anti-government sentiment. The foundation of conservatism will be a surprise to no one: Evangelical Christians.
In a nation populated by many who are morally and spiritually confused - sometimes often by choice - what choice is there but to engage in ever higher levels of pseudo-transcendent political passion? Look again at the faces of whatever group most recently rioted for whatever cause. These people are fanatics too, but the hidden assumption is, it is not fanaticism if you are right and if the issue is significant enough.
As if two-thousand years of history never happened, Nero will again eventually seek to blame the Christians (and Jews?) for the burning of Rome.
For me, this is not just so much detached theorizing. I am an active member of a mainline Christian denomination, and have been standing aghast as I have witnessed evangelical Christians mischaracterized and increasingly marginalized by people - people in the church! - who have more in common with a liberal atheist than they do with a politically conservative Christian.
While watching this “Arlington Road,” I finally realized why the left-wing protests tend to get so aggressive. These folks see conservatives and evangelicals no differently than the film depicts its “bad guy”: sick (perhaps even evil) and latently violent (don’t forget the guns!), with only an external pretense of decency.
It is painful and chilling. And the outcome seems so inevitable, given the psychological and cultural forces at work, that it may as well be considered a conspiracy.

Copyright © 2001 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved

9/15/2004

The Victim Mentality - Where Did it Come From?

The Religious Source of the Victim Mentality

It is difficult to observe our society in any depth without noticing that there is an abundance of individuals and groups that identify themselves, to one degree or another, as victims of some other group. Many people of color believe themselves to be victims of white bigotry, many women believe themselves to be victims of an oppressively patriarchal society, many people of low income believe themselves to be victims of corporate greed. The handicapped, single mothers, homosexuals, the homeless, native Americans, sufferers of certain diseases, undocumented immigrants, even witches, have champions or advocacy groups that press their interests against rivals and oppressors. To some, it might seem that the only people who are not victimized are politically conservative heterosexual white males – especially if they are members of the Religious Right. But some members even of these categories feel unjustly attacked – even if we limit the discussion to so-called “institutionalized” mistreatment..
Broadly speaking, there seem to be two ways of interacting with the habitual victimhood phenomenon. Some seem to minimize the fact that some people or groups really are habitually cruel to other people or groups. This is the Get-over-it-you-bunch-of-whiners” response, and can lack compassion even when compassion is warranted. The more compassionate among us take a different route. They choose which victimization claims are legitimate, and the join the fight. Of course, such decisions are extremely subjective, based on one’s own background, psychology, race, ethnicity, gender, income, occupation, religion, physical health, citizenship status, etc. So it’s hard to imagine our very diverse culture ever arriving at a consensus in such a sea of possibilities. (If such a consensus is ever achieved, I’m sure we all hope we do not get named the primary trouble makers, as the Jews were in Hitler’s Germany.)
Where does this eagerness toward self-identified victim status come from? And is it common to all cultures throughout history?
Perhaps a more preliminary question needs to be asked first. What if there’s no deeper psychological or sociological meaning behind self-identified victim status? Blacks were once slaves, some people really do hate homosexuals, the homeless really are marginalized. What if people feel like victims simply because they’re victims? What could be simpler?
This is too simplistic an analysis, for three reasons.
First, there is no necessary relationship between how much a given individual has suffered, and how much they self-identify as a victim. Everyone is familiar with the stories of people who have endured great agonies while retaining great peace, optimism, love, and appreciation for life. Anne Frank is a standard example. Conversely, we are familiar with real life examples of those who are habitually angry and complaining even though their daily life is quite comfortable and nourishing.
Second, even the compassionate among us don’t give equal weight to all claims of victim status. The most zealous champions of “gay rights” are usually far less zealous when it is the traditional family which is under attack. Those who scream from the rooftops about white-on-black crime are usually much less zealous about black-on-white crime. The most strident advocates of leveling the playing field in education are also the most strident opponents of school vouchers, even though the majority of poor inner city parents want them. Clearly, the most compassionate among us need to choose their priorities; they simply ignore, or even repudiate, the pleas of some self-proclaimed victims.
Finally, we can not ignore the fact that the victim self-identity – even when its external cause has been or can be improved – often remains at the same intensity, or even gets worse. The lot of black Americans, notwithstanding the problems that remain, has improved profoundly since the early 1800’s, or even since the 1950’s. But the rhetoric of some prominent black leaders is far more inflammatory than Martin Luther King ever was. And there is a host of other examples: the woman who lives a pattern of choosing men who are abusive, but rejects the kind and caring man who truly wants to love her; the homeless person that constantly rejects offers of assistance; the oppressed ethnic minority of a third world country that pleads for mercy, then gains political power and becomes the oppressor.
Indeed, the victim mentality, when it finally obtains power, very often leads to the creation of more victims. The abused child often grows up to become an abuser. Feminism has led inevitably to the destruction of viable human life. The victim spirit of Hitler’s Mein Kampf led to the Holocaust.
So, to ask the question again, where does this eagerness toward self-identified victim status come from?
The beginning of an answer comes from a growing body of theologians known as Girardians, after the teacher and writer Rene Girard. The viewpoint is most helpfully introduced by Gil Bailie in his book Violence Unveiled.
In summary, the Girardians have opened wide the anthropological meaning and power of the crucifixion of Jesus. They have shown with exquisite thoroughness how fallen human beings, if they are to live together in any semblance of harmony, must share a common negative energy toward a common scapegoat or enemy. Outside of the Kingdom of God, nothing draws humankind together so solidly as a shared contempt. What holds together the tribe on this side of the river – what keeps their everyday squabbles from becoming culturally destructive – is the tribe on the other side of the river. Is that tribe not inferior? Or evil? Or poised to attack at the slightest provocation?
Did the Soviet Union not serve our nation well by giving us a common fear and loathing? And did we not do the same for them?
Watch how a family get-together becomes united and filled with mutual love when some “black sheep of the family” or some agreed-upon undesirable political movement is discussed.
Before, and outside of, the Gospel Tradition, this “scapegoating mechanism” was the very foundation of culture. Primitive mythologies celebrate the victory of “Us” over the expelled wicked one; primitive religion enforces those behaviors that will keep “Us” from becoming like “Them”; and primitive government is established and maintained by those who control and manipulate the largely arbitrary standards of judgment.
Whole religious or political ideologies are built and justified solely on the self-righteous conviction NOT to be some other religious or political ideology.
The prophetic tradition of the Old Testament is the beginning, in history, of questions about this pattern. For the first time, the mythologies, the religious practices, the authority figures are all confronted with the issue: If “We” are better than “Them,” then why is there so much injustice, and so many victims, even among Us? What good are our stories if we ourselves can’t get along with each other? What good is our religion if, after we worship, we go home miserable and resentful? What good is our government if it arbitrarily favors some citizens over others?
The shining moment of this prophetic tradition comes in the crucifixion – the victimization – of Jesus Christ. For in the New Testament assessment, the perfect, perfectly loving child of God was cruelly executed by the combined religious and secular guardians of “right” and “law.” Once and for all, the essential delusion, arbitrariness, cruelty and injustice in the foundations of human culture is laid bare. Anyone with courage can look and see. There is no absolute that human beings can’t twist to their own advantage. There is no power that human beings can’t turn to savagery. Human culture, by definition, creates victims. And even when it defends victims, it can only do so by creating other victims.
The Kingdom of God that Jesus preached and demonstrated, if it is anything meaningful at all, is humankind’s only hope for deliverance from this self-justifying victim-making machinery.
To one degree or another, this myth dismantling spirit – for it is a spirit more than a consciously held doctrine – invades all individuals and all cultures that receive the Gospel. To be Christian means to question myself, my sense of my own righteousness, by sense of superiority over another. The reader of the New Testament has not yet begun to understand its central message until he or she recognizes, on every page, a conflict between two ways of being righteous – of “feeling good about ourselves” in the phrase of the day.
The traditional way – the old, religio-political way – focuses on external behavior and involves being better than someone else. It is self-justifying, manipulative and argumentative. It makes victims, usually with incredible subtlety, even as it worships its god and studies its scriptures.
The radical new way – and we can not now even fathom how radical it was when it burst upon history – begins in an ocean of forgiveness, and focuses on what’s really felt, desired and intended in the hidden inner self. It is self forgetting, trusting and eager to serve. Far from making victims, it actually loves its enemies. Far from seeing itself as a victim, it is filled with gratitude.
Our culture as a whole is trapped between these two kinds of righteousness. On the one hand, it is still connected enough to the Gospel that it can not be comfortable in the old righteousness. It is too busy being “progressive,” and “questioning authority,” and ridiculing “puritanical religion” or “fundamentalism,” and guarding against hypocrisy, and exposing the holes in everyone elses self-justifying arguments. But on the other hand, it doesn’t understand or doesn’t care for the new righteousness, which smacks of being someone’s doormat: forgiving when we’d rather “get even,” serving when we’d rather “empower” ourselves, trusting people who might hurt us, confessing our faults when we need to be “looking out for number one.”
A tremendous psychological dilemma. But human beings desperately need to “feel good about themselves.” They have a ravenous longing to be – or at least feel – righteous, or right, or justified, or vindicated. What are we to do?
The answer that seems to satisfy many is victimhood. If conventional righteousness has been exposed as hypocrisy because it makes victims, then I do not share in the hypocrisy if I myself am one of its victims. If Jesus did this great work in human history by portraying victimization on a grand scale, then I – in my devotion to Jesus – will also be a victim. And I will prove my righteousness by defending other victims, the ones with whom I most naturally identify.
To consider the plausibility of this use of victimhood, one need only look honestly at the privileges that victim status stands to earn for us. If I am a victim, who is going to hold me accountable for the bad things I’ve done? If I am a victim, look at all the people who make a fuss over me. If I am a victim, I automatically have a family that will welcome me in – all others who share my particular brand of victim status. Even if I am a pretend victim, I may be able to wheedle my way into some of the special government programs, protection or resources that are intended for the truly unfortunate.
And there’s one more big bonus, even if I get no special treatment from others. If I fail to get the job I want, I can satisfy myself that it was the employer’s problem. If no one wants to be my friend, I don’t have to question my own social skills. Whenever I’m in a bad mood, even if its because of poor eating habits, I can always take it out on those who are victimizing me. If I feel vulnerable, or frightened, or ashamed, or hopeless, I never have to examine my own soul to see if I am my own worst enemy. For the “worst enemy” is “out there.” I can go months at a time without having to look at myself with an apprehensive eye.
In short, victimhood is sometimes the last gasp of religious hypocrisy, the final hope of those who want to feel righteous without engaging in the messy business of repentance.
This is a vicious judgment indeed if it implies that no one is ever actually ill treated by another. But it implies no such a thing. Every single person who has ever lived has been victimized. Yes, some more than others; and some, terribly so, more than any reader of this document. But as has already been noted, this fact in itself does not explain or excuse the eagerness of many to live in a perpetual self-defining prison of victimhood. Do we really desire a culture in which everyone is competing for the right to be the real victim?
It is a fact: some folks habitually choose the psychological or social rewards of being victims.
The effects on the wider culture of such a choice are varied and complex. They may be laughable, inconsequential, or profoundly destructive. Society will, in some cases, protect and provide for them, in other cases, ignore them or even perpetuate their suffering. For the disciple of Jesus Christ, it is not even that complicated. Because habitual victims make two breathtaking and tragic theological errors that are simply unacceptable to New Testament Christians.
First, to be a habitual victim, or a habitual champion of habitual victims, one must deny that the essential problem of humankind is sin. Nothing could be clearer. If being victimized is the essential problem of some people, then sin is not the essential problem of all people, and the New Testament is not a meaningful document. Yes, Jesus was quite clear that he came into the world to free captives, empower the oppressed, comfort the hurting, and care for “the orphan and the widow.” But fixing these problems on their own level was clearly NOT his ministry. He left no doubt that these would be the EFFECTS of his primary ministry, which was to preach and demonstrate the loving reign of God, to make FORGIVENESS possible for SINNERS, and to lead those forgiven sinners into his own kind of righteousness and authority. How can the habitual victim ever truly hear such a message without questioning his or her victim status?
The habitual victim’s other tragic theological error is his or her tacit denial of the essential goodness of God and God’s creation. If there really are people in the world who can go their whole lives being truly victimized by others without sufficient inner comfort and protection from God, and without a God that responds to prayers in a way that can improve their lot, then humanity is, at best, a horribly cruel joke. In such a case, why would any of us ever care about anything?
The fact is, the habitual victim could not be more wrong on this point. The world that God made is a remarkably good, true and beautiful place. There are literally hundreds of blessings available to us for every one sorrow. And where human sin does bring trouble and suffering, God’s attention, grace and mercy are available out of all proportion – if we but open ourselves to it. Some of the most profound victims of history are those who most eagerly attest to this fact.
At age 19, I worked as a counselor at a camp for handicapped children. It was there that I met Noelle, a remarkable ten-year-old with severe muscular dystrophy. She was also intelligent and Christlike beyond her years. We had many hours of conversation together which I remember in fine detail more than 25 years later because of the influence they had on my soul.
I once related to Noelle a conversation I had just had with an acquaintance in which I was expressing my gratification at being able to share Christ with the children at this camp. The acquaintance, no friend of religious things, chuckled derisively and said, “You really are heartless. Don’t those kids have enough pain without you laying the salvation trip on them?”
After reporting this incident, I looked at Noelle. She had a rather uncanny look on her face, a far-off expression containing equal parts sorrow, confusion, compassion and anger. She had a tear in her eye. I asked her what was wrong.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Why should I miss out on Jesus just because I’m crippled?”
Anyone first looking at Noelle would feel compassion for her as a victim. To watch her barely walk with her twisted body was truly heartbreaking. But in truth, she was the very opposite of a victim. I think I have never known anyone more alive and more filled with life. This is part of the meaning that Christ’s resurrection conveys. Victimhood is an event; at worst, a series of events. It is not an identity or a lifestyle unless we choose to make it so.


Copyright © 2002 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved

9/11/2004

Beware of the One Half Expert

The ants of public dialogue - tiny, one-dimensional, efficient, relentless - are those who are eloquent experts in one side of a cultural debate. They are commonly observed in every tiny hole of Western Civilization - the office, the dinner party, the television - and they are nothing if not passionate.

Even people who don’t “follow politics” are exposed to them because they can not be ignored, or put to sleep with anti-bug spray. They have their favorite politicians, commentators, movie stars, movies, books, magazines and popular philosophers.

And Lord have mercy, do they know what they believe! They have at least three of the following: quotes from the founding fathers or the founding dead white males, depending on your perspective, questionable research data (“studies show”... “everybody knows that...), Bible verses, historical illustrations of “the point,” and the names of plenty of people who agree with them.

Here’s the problem: they live in a hall of mirrors. What makes this particular colony of pests so, er, creepy, is that they almost never have meaningful relationships with people who don’t generally agree with them. The books they read, the friends they hang with, the movies they see, the radio stations that automatically come on when their cars start, all affirm how right they are and how absolutely stupid, wicked or agenda-driven anyone on the other side is.

Such willful, habitual half-blindness does two bad things at the same time: it tends to make one an extremist, since there is no reality check to balance them, and it tends to make one’s extremism seem increasingly mainstream. Thus, very intolerant people can consider themselves to be tolerant, simply because the tests of their tolerance are so infrequent and miniscule. Various prejudices and injustices are enthroned without so much as a debate, simple because they are not *their* kinds of prejudices or *those* particular injustices. Comparatively silly people can consider themselves to be wise on no more worthy criterion than that most people agree with them most of the time.

I am aware that I share the same corrupt or corruptible humanity that characterizes such folks. My observations may be pointless since all of us, myself included, will still go on trying to “feel good about ourselves,” which, after all, is the kind of popular dogma that is usually at the root of such detrimentally self-affirming habits.

But I want you to know that I am trying. I have pretty strong opinions on all the big boom-boom bow-wow issues: abortion, gay rights, racial justice, immigration issues, war in Iraq, eta; but I have made it my goal to, as best as I can, be able to argue for “the other side” of my opinions at least as eloquently as those on the ant farm. Actually, I’ve taken it a little more seriously than that. I really do believe, or think I do, that both sides of any emotional cultural issue have approximately the same number of honorable people, dishonorable people, geniuses, idiots, etc. No cause should be taken up or relinquished simply on the basis of what dirt its enemies can dig up. We’re all dirty, in one way or another; all part of the problem.

It has always seemed to me, for example, that, if you want to have a basic respect for your own gender, you should never let members of the opposite gender define it for you. I hope you see what I mean.

One last thing. In my efforts, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in being what is called a “moderate.” I understand what makes such a label seem so attractive. People don’t want to be identified as extremists; most of us like to think of ourselves as relatively balanced, whole, integrated or whatever idea comes most naturally to each of us.

But I don’t buy it. The fact is, “moderate” can often just be another way of saying that we compromise when we shouldn’t, or that our hidden agenda makes it necessary to *really* pretend we don’t have one, or that we simply don’t give a damn.

No, I think there’s a better alternative to being an extremist than being whatever “moderate” really is. I’m not sure what it is yet, but I think of words like "transcendent" or “willing to be confused” or “willing to feel sorrow.” Somehow, the crucifix seems to offer a pointer in the direction. Who put those nails through those hands? A group on the Right and a group on the Left, right?

Copyright © 2004 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved

The Grand Beginning of a Proud Publishing Tradition

Will a voice that is not left-leaning be allowed by the powers that be on blogger.com? Since the word "liberal" means - first and foremost - the freedom to exchange conflicting ideas, I assume so.

Not that I would label myself a conservative. I have gotten in trouble with lefties for being too conservative, and with righties for being too liberal. What scares me the most is the way some people's politics takes the place of religion for them - a matter of life and death and culture and eternity and good and evil and blood and thunder.

It never fails. We make fun of religion, and then make something else *into* a religion. We ridicule the biblical doctrine of a literal devil, and then act as if Rush Limbaugh is the devil, or Hillary Clinton, or the Bushes, or the Kennedys. We reject the the biblical doctrines of Heaven and Hell, and then treat the next presidential election as if our choice of a president will mean Heaven or Hell on Earth.

Well, that's my first volley. More to come, if more can get through.

Copyright © 2004 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved

In Meowmorium

Those who know me well know that I am a SillysloppySyrupyShameless lover of cats, which I refer to as "mirs." I think there is some deep psychological thing about this passion; no doubt, it is something unhealthy, or at least neurotic.

All to say that one of our mirs died this week. Her real name was Sophie, but I am something of a poet, which means I tend to multiply names for anything I give a lot of attention to, especially if the attention is loving. Therefore, Sophie was also called - at various times - precious mir, this mir and prejudice mir.

This last label requires a bit of explanation. You see, our other mir, "Kiwi," is colored primarily black. Sometimes, she even gets called "negro mir" or "neegie mir." (Please! For crying out loud! Don't tie this to some kind of racial hobbyhorse! This fun with language is not a reflection of a hidden agenda. SHHEEEESH! Anyway...)

The two cats have never really gotten along that well, and most of their fights seem to have been started by Sophie; thus, "prejudice mir." One time, I even refered to her as KKKat, but that *did* seem a little over the line, so never again.

Sophie's limp soul-less body was lying out on the road. It had just happened, because she had not been run over again since the original confrontation with naked eternity.

Blake discovered her. I gave him the choice to either go get the body out of the road, or dig the hole to bury her. He chose the latter; I knew he would. This way, I got out of adding labor to sorrow. However, picking up the body was sadder than I thought it would be. The broken spinal column made for a pretty tragic heap to pick up.

After burial, we stood over her and said a few words.

It is a strange thing, the sudden unexpected death of a living being you have lived with for a long time. I'm not one of these whackos who loves animals *TOO* much in order to compensate for a resentment of humans, but I did enjoy Sophie a great deal. I can not imagine that feeling of loss being magnified exponentially by the death of a person I love. It is truly going to be horrible.

Makes you want to not love anybody... to avoid the pain.

Copyright © 2004 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved

9/04/2004

Fulfilling Brian C's Request

Here's a great little rhyme by W. H. Davies; maybe a little sentimental, but I've kept it in my head to remind me that I tend to be on the wrong side of the peaceful contentment spectrum:

Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.

Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I'll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly,
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.

***

To balance the emotional content of this day's blog, I want to add another little rhyme that Brian C asked me to send him. This one's better, more a poem than a rhyme. It's still about wildlife, though, is a little more profound and, I think, true to life. It's by favorite obscure poet: Humbert Wolfe

Like a small gray coffee-pot,
sits the squirrel. He is not
all he should be, kills by dozens
trees, and eats his red-brown cousins.

The keeper, on the other hand,
who shot him, is a Christian, and
loves his enemies,which shows
the squirrel was not one of those.

***

By the way, Brian, and anyone else who might be interested:
Remember that manuscript I told you I had finished, a book entitledLittle Crucifixions? Well, it is being published within the next few weeks. I'll keep you posted so you can *buy* several as Christmas gifts.

9/02/2004

Privacy Schmivacy

I *hate* it when people ask me how I'm doing.

"HahYuhDooin?"
"How's it goin'?"
"Tsup?"
"And how are we today, Don?"

Desiring to minimize any inappropriate natural bent I might have toward misanthropy, I have tried to analyze why I feel this way about something it seems almost everybody else does, or enjoys, or doesn't mind, or takes for granted, or thinks is no big deal. Here is what has bubbled up:

1. Most people who ask it don't really give a damn about me; and a few have even wanted me to die or at least leave.

2. It seems like nothing more than something to add after "hello" - simply because we feel awkward about leaving it at "hello" but are too lazy, shallow, distracted or uninterested to really initiate some kind of meaningful conversation.

3. I do not have a naturally carefree personality, so if I happen to be enjoying myself at a given moment, or am at least not being self-conscious, I hate the way the question jars you back into self-analysis.

4. Human relationships are really important. Insincere habitual conversational slogans tend to make them seem less significant.

Not that the question never gets asked by a person who sincerely cares about me. I know it's not that simple. But usually it is more or less obvious since people who really do love you usually demonstrate in more solid and compelling ways than just enquiring glibly about your present emotional consciousness.

If I'm ever in doubt, I sometimes will just shovel right through the polite game and drop the question bomb: "Is your question a legitimate and sincere enquiry after my well being, or is it merely a variation on hello?" This usually plumbs the way to the truth pretty quickly.

All that to say, my most immediate reason for starting this blog is so that, when someone asks me how I'm doing, especially in an e-mail (cripes!), no matter who they might be - from a total stranger whom I distrust, all the way to one step short of the incarnate Son of God who died for my sins and lives forever to reign over All Things but still has the time and compassion to give me a listen when I'm sufficiently troubled to stop relying on my own paltry resources - that, when someone asks me how I'm doing, no matter who they might be, I'll be able to say, "Tell you what. Let's talk about something a little more significant, then, later on, if you still want to know, you can check out my blog? What do you say?"

Putting how I'm doing on the internet for all to say? It's either crazy, since people who don't love me might use it for devious ends, or its almost not worth the trouble, since who is really going to read it anyway? But really:

-If someone wants to get me, they don't really need a blog to do it, since, in any case, I've never been very good at keeping myself hidden
-If someone's really interested, they might enjoy reading thus stuff, and can just stop when they want to without worrying about rudeness
-How significant am I, really?
-Privacy Schmivacy

Copyright © 2004 Donald L. McIntyre All Rights Reserved