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Thursday, February 2nd, 2012
|Auld lang syne, indeed
Had a debt of piety (in the old Roman sense) to pay today. Went over to Spencer for Ruth Curry's visitation. All the Curry boys were there. Fred, my best friend in high school, looked the same as ever. Funny that we live seven miles apart and never see each other.
I sat for some time watching people come and go. I recognized our old biology teacher, Dick Dyar, who must be in his eighties now. I said to Fred that once upon a time, I should have known some of these people. I left Spencer in the fall of 1971.
I felt as if I'd stepped back in time, except that somebody needs to fix the Way-back Machine. We all looked so long in the tooth. But still, Fred and I chit-chatted as if we'd only last talked yesterday.
O alte Burschenherrlichkeit, wohin bist du entschwunden?
Nie kehrst du wieder, goldne Zeit, so froh und ungebunden!
Vergebens spähe ich umher, ich finde deine Spur nicht mehr.
O jerum, jerum, jerum o quae mutatio rerum!
|When will I learn?
One of these days I'm going to have to learn to quit arguing with internet trolls. I got drawn into a wrangle over on some UM doctrinal discussion page on Facebook. Some progressive know-it-all over in West Virginia finally resorted to the classic accusations of "unreality" and "not making use of facts" on me. Finally, he accused me of getting my history wrong.
My impression of the lefty-loonies is that their whole intellectual equipment is a rag-bag of bogeys and shibboleths which constitutes their worldview. It is unassailably right. It has always been right. When circumstances force them to change how they apply their narrative, they assert that it is still right, and has always been right.
Truth to tell, there are people on the other end of the spectrum who are just as ill-informed and willing to argue endlessly based on their own collection of pre-packaged ignorance. I know where they lurk, and I avoid them as much as possible. Unfortunately, my interests and professional associations keep bringing me into contact with the first set of crazoids. And before you know it, I've succumbed to the temptation to contribute to the conversation.
I need to remember, first,
He who meddles in a quarrel not his own
is like one who takes a passing dog by the ears. (Prov. 26:17)
Never wrassle with a pig;
ya both gits all dirty, and the pig likes it. (Traditional)