There's a parable about social activism that goes like this:
Four women along a river bank see bodies of children floating by. The first woman begins to pull them out. The second woman decides to teach children to swim. The third woman rallies others to help the children. The fourth woman marches upriver to find out who's throwing children into the river and impeaches the sonofabitch! (Oops, wrong story line).
I personally represent woman #____ [choose one], and I'm really distressed that you are oblivious to the plight of these children and especially my noble work to save them.
Over the waterfall. See who survives.
We Kossacks are a strange and wondelful bunch people. Frankly, you all are strange, and I'm wonderful; but back to the point: Most of us lead lives where from time to time we assume the role of each of these women. But these women are so busy and overcommitted that they can't really get too excited about things they're not already excited about. And I think: Yeah, me too!
You know, maybe it's not busy-ness. Maybe I just don't care about all the same things you do, and I don't sure as hell don't want to be your socio-political activist clone. I know with certainty that you are all too busy doing good work in your own communities to have more than passing interest in mine. I know this is true, because my diaries never get more than about 15 comments. And if I write about financial economics (something I care about a lot, and to which you are oblivious), I only get 2 or 3 comments. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my writing is largely incoherent.
So forgive me (or not) if I don't care enough about guns and the Second Amendment to write more that a snarky comment about why "check your guns at the door" means squeezing off a few rounds to make sure the damned things still work. I can't muster much enthusiasm about capital punishment either, even when (some more) innocent people are likely to die. People die every day for all kinds of stupid, unjust reasons. Am I supposed to care about all of them? And if I'm oblivious about pot...well,excuse me...isn't that the whole point of pot. You know, I'm pretty sure (but can't be certain) that I'm oblivious about a lot more important things than any of these.
We ALL come here (except for the Red State trolls and aimless lurkers who can't get laid) because we believe that we can create a more perfect union by electing more Democrats. (Most days I have my doubts, but that's a diary for another time.) Nevertheless, I'm mildly interested in whatever else you're thinking and doing--from pooties to pieI And I hope you continue to write with all the passion and creativity you can muster. But I'll pick and choose my own little projects and amusements, so STFU about whatever you think I'm oblivious to.