I’ve been persistently unmerciful to the folks called out in this column as slobs, idiots, dolts, miscreants, morons, doofuses and however else they’ve been labeled. As they say, they know who they are.
Individually they might be decent enough sorts. It doesn’t often appear to me that way, however, as I clean up their messes during afternoon or early morning walks.
But we all have our foibles. If this were an over-the-air broadcast rather than a tepid blog, perhaps those I call out would invoke the FCC’s equal time clause to cast a harsh light on the low points of their accuser. Certainly there are many – way too many – of my own failings worthy of potshots. Where to start? Lord knows.
Perhaps there are blogs that slam the likes of me because of consistently bad cooking, serial procrastination, a hyper-messy office desk or any of my poor habits/practices. I confess to all of those and more.
But I guess the local, regional, national and global environment mean enough to me to somewhat validate my continued repudiation of others who do bad things that are visibly and physically damaging to our world.
So yeah, I live in a glass house of thin panes and won’t cower from my own litany of sins. Feel free to drop off a bag of stones at the front porch. I’ll throw the first one.