Waiting too long to transcribe thoughts, is like preparing a complex soup. You combine ingredients, taste, consider, then adjust the seasoning. Taste again, reconsider and repeat. This leads to over-seasoning and transforms the soup into a hodgepodge of competing flavors, rather than a pleasure to the palate.

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Maggie mentioned this first. It’s been on my mind for weeks.

I detest censorship, even though freedom of speech guarantees the ignorant the same megaphone as the well-thought. It’s a risk this freedom, because opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one.

I don’t advocate deficating rainbows for mass consumption, or as matriarchs in my family say, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all,” which is nothing more than code for if you do’t share my beliefs, keep your mouth closed.

Dissent challenges society to be innovative. If that weren’t the case I’d be chiseling this into a stone tablet and worrying predators rather than typing at my desk contemplating biscotti. Yet with all the arrogance of being evolved creatures, there will always be those who behave like adolescent asshats. I don’t know if their numbers are great enough to compose the rule, or merely the exception to it, but their voices are louder than those I prefer to hear.

I enjoy dark humor, irony, quick witted quips (say that ten times fast), and a dash of snark, but it seems to be morphing into a run-on sentence rather than the explanation point at the end.

I’ve no right to dictate etiquette or rules of engagement, but admittedly, online verbal fury gives me reason to consider my thoughts before responding impetuously. Vituperative language can have a place, but generally it’s more effective when used sparingly. Like excessive profanity, the message is eradicated by the shock.