Not physically, but metaphorically.
I used to write interesting stuff here, some of it controversial.
I would often try to act as Devil’s Advocate and get a discussion going.
Not anymore. For better or worse I mellowed out. Looking at this old post from five years ago. This was one of the turning points:
Title: Political Correctness
Texas A & M has an annual contest for the best definition of a contemporary expression. This year (2011) it was "political correctness." And here's the winner
"Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."
I hate Political correctness, it is a form of censorship. It makes people afraid to speak their mind, or to even mention certain subject matter.
Yesterday I wrote a piece which I intended to be a discussion around a podcast, “Are urban cyclists elitist snobs.”
In my view cyclists are a minority, and if a small element of our minority behaves badly, we all get smeared with the same shit stick.
I was stupid enough to draw an analogy with other minority groups, namely people of color and gays. I should have known better, and I should not have even attempted to pick up that turd.
This morning there was a comment that suggested I was racist and anti-gay. My first reaction was to start composing a comment defending myself. Then I thought fuck it, why should I have to defend myself against something that is entirely untrue?
I deleted the piece along with all comments. Maybe I acted a little hasty, but I clicked “Delete” and it is gone. Forever as far as I am concerned.
I may not have done the right thing, but I did the “Safe” thing. A suggestion like that can quickly grow legs and with the help social media I could lose my reputation overnight, and all these years of writing here would be right down the toilet. All because of one little politically incorrect turd.
End of article.
So there you have it. My Balls have Shrunk. Maybe it is old age, but I just want to live a quiet life. Social media is a powerful thing, but it is killing free speech. It is hardly fair when the critics can remain anonymous, and someone like me is writing under their real name.
I may not be as interesting as I once was, but at least I’m still here.