To Add?

Please skip post this if you don't like gratuitous rants.

The act of adding someone as a "friend" has irked me since the very day I found out about Facebook. Really.

It seems that the line of who is friend and who is not is not blurred. It's just a colour that no one knows to look for. If it were a colour-blindness test, everyone would fail. There is such a thing as an acquaintance.

Why can't we all just get along is not the logical equivalent of let's all be friends.

So, why is this a problem? Really?

It's a problem because the definition of Friend is not the same as the definition of Acquaintance. That means that I can't, conscionably add people who are not my friends. Sure I can. But the line is invisible and no one knows to look for it. It means that I can't add someone who is an acquaintance because they might be just as nuts as I am and know the difference.

Oh woe is me when I log-on.

Trial and Error

What is, the American Justice System. (that's a questment (question/statement))

Trial AND Error.

We, as a folk, folly folk, people, tolerate the injustices doled out to us. The hem of a skirt not obeying gravity as it should. The air coming out of our tires, one molecule at a time, as if complaining of its constrain by the butyl, but more than complaining, exhaping (exhaling, escaping).

Left and right, injustices unfold our neatly folded opinions. They unfold before us and after us and around us. The opinion that the folly of the people is fair, that its fair unto the people. This is an injustice, not akin to the unwieldy skirt, but akin to the Hindenburg as it goes up--down--in flames.

Legitimize

When the moon hits the eye like a big pizza pie, that's a simile.

Testify.

See previous post.

Toolerate

The act of tolerating a tool.

See previous post.

Kwench?

Sarcastic remarks are those little nuggets of language that get two things accomplished. One is that they prove the superiority of the sarcastigator (instigator of sarcasm) and the other is that they admonish the receiver's behaviour or comment or question.

In a way, sarcasm is magical. A Harry-Potter-esque technique which slices through walls.

What's the point of this rant? It's here for those who've been sarcastrated (castrated by sarcasm) and don't know why. The point is that few people are searching for answers, and fewer people are finding them. Sarcasm quells the questioning need.

This reminds me of a story.

Back and Forth

"A few," started she.
"Bless you," interrupted I.

Thus, the evenings progressed. She ever to, and he ever fro.