Puzzling (verb, present participle) over:
Confusion’s dimensions and borders; Self-loathing; Crankiness.
Last item is my departure, arrival, all-points-in-between state.
Yesterday a radio ad related crankiness
to age: disturbing if true. It's my birthday week. I’m getting older.
If you aren't enlightened like Buddha or Jesus,
crafty as a shark on Shark Tank, or a politician, confusion is as natural as
clouds and water flowing.
“Self-loathing” claim-staking (as opposed to
actual self-loathing) is so commonplace these days that it has practically
replaced “irony” as the contemporary fallback cliche. With rare
exceptions, it signifies only vanity (overproof).
In mirror rooms reflecting themselves and "selfie sticks,"
people remain in love with themselves, hating everyone else.
Virtue signaling is the new leitmotif and
methodology, replacing all others. So much virtue around one can hardly
stand it. Even the great Ray Davies, a longtime exponent of
occasional sincere self-loathing, virtue signals now. When I saw that
happen, I knew we were finally, really, in trouble, trouble that has nothing to
do with Donald Trump. Imagine that!
Given its constant currency, Virtue Signaling deserves its
own blog.
Reel Around The Fountain -- Smiths (Link)
