Some of you send me private e-mails from time to time about that prolific commentator, Mr. David Black. You wonder why I don’t delete his posts, since they are often contrary to the flow of the conversation.
Well, if you would take a look at my byline, that’s what this blog is all about. I myself am a contrarian. I can’t stand intellectual conformity. It is so stifling. So why would I be upset by someone who disagrees with me? I delight in it. Unfortunately, I don’t yet know everything, so other opinions are fascinating jewels to me. Things to treasure and consider and sometimes to elicit wonder.
Of course, sometimes, Mr. Black puts me in a double bind. I am too much of a sycophant for saying that Jenna Bush is a beautiful bride, but “ungrateful to a friend” if I dare criticize Mr. Bush’s policies. But that’s okay. I contradict myself in just about every blog.
Lately, Mr. Black has suspected that you are me. That is, that you are all my children using pseudonyms to defend me and my positions. Alas, it is the ultimate compliment. I wish my kids would get involved. But to leave this point unanswered is to confirm it and so I am afraid I must speak up.
The fact is, my children won’t even read my blog, let alone make a comment. I don’t think one of them has ever read a single one. They got off MySpace as soon as I joined. (I haven’t told them I am on Facebook and Twitter.) They never read my books or watch me on television. Well, sometimes. And they make me walk a full ten yards behind them at the Mall. They won’t wear a hat, if I ask them to, or turn out the lights when they leave their bedrooms.
This is the age of anorexia nervosa, where teenagers commit slow suicide, supposedly in protest of bossy parents. If Mr. Black has somehow been able to get his kids involved in his blog, God bless him. He is a better man than I. But alas, my children of the blogosphere are not my own. They are free spirits, much like Mr. Black, himself. They are like the wind. I don’t know where they come from or where they are going. But I love to read what they have to say. Every single one.