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It is a blustery Ontario morning, the nimbus rolling in a promise of a flameout of the ecclesial season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. It wraps the raiment of miasmic gloom over a spectacle of fall colors, foreshadowing by it the beginning of the end of the gentle mood for the onset of a long, hard winter of discontent.
Gripemeister of every stripe will hit nature's trail. What is happening to the state of global geopolitics and collective economy that is hogging the primrose path and left unchecked?
On this note alone, the metaphorics of the elements of today's material world itself allow for the chewing of the scenery; to gripe, that is. Granted the center may not hold, it it still better than not to masticate and then to spit it out, I say.
With basic knowledge as impetus, what thinker will not appropriate the Kerr-esque sensibilities: that if I can keep my head when all about me are losing theirs, it is just possible I have not grasp the situation? It means a definitive new world order is in order, with young and fresh talking heads for inspiration, for direction. If to kvetch for us the small potatoes is to help bring it about, so be it. The trickling of vox populi down does and will make a difference.
Grouchiness is not even a geriatric will-o'-the-wisp, a chimerical ignis fatuus of mental and emotional senility, a condition irreversible with a quiet dose of testosterone supplements, posits a researcher from Boston's Morgan State University. Gripers tend to be intellectual, mediated by a cognitive balance of fuller knowledge of facts and articulative power.
Realizing this, we have every reason to keep belly aching and belching until the final cathartic breath has expired. It may be the best kept secret yet for the gentrification and purification of the body and the soul. So help us, God, to not be afraid to tilt towards the atavism of reversionist self-preservation. Who looks after us, who?
By: Sam, the Tiger
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Well to gripe of course!
Sorry about the delay in publishing gripes folks. Have had a lot on my plate the last few weeks so haven't been able to do much more than the odd bit of moderation. From Thursday onwards I will be publishing more frequently.
However, tomorrow (18th January) is a special day and as some of you may be aware, various sites around the Internet (including Wikipedia) will be taking part in a blackout as a protest against SOPA. The Weekly Gripe will also be unavailable for a period of 24 hours as I also feel that this is an important issue. Please accept my sincere apologies in advance for the outage and all being well we'll be back to normal again on Thursday.
Best Wishes
I think Nikki, like most ranters, is being facetious with no malice in mind. I hope I'm right. From where I stand as a third-party observer, I see and hear spcecious and spurious banterings back and forth, many participants guilty perhaps of fallacies of extension to lash it out just to get the heckles and rise out of as many as those who can and care to be riled.
I guess some of us do not take it standing. But you are right, language use in oddly polychromous and insensitive ways do detract from its intention; and this is for the writer to decide how he or she wishes to be read. It will generally fall far short on gravitas and rarely cuts the mustard. But then, they are here for a "good time," not to present a doctoral thesis or dissertation.
I'd say, let it go. As long as the horse and the Welsh language issues are given front and center stage minus the manure-type of expletives - or invective and ad homimem - jarring to the ear and our genteel sensibilities, I'd let it pass like a puff of second-hand smoke. What say you, my friend? We'll have coffee and a laugh, as your point is well taken.
A confession, my lingo is not so lily-white when I'm in private company. Difficult to know whose is in jocund company, right?
Take it that TWG is a free lightning rod. Before you implode and cause your heart to absorb the impact and stop, explode and let it all hang out - right here. Get a load on this: misery loves company, trust me, and you will have no shortage of people agreeing with and sharing your problems. You find out you are not alone. What a relief!
What bothers us is the strains of strawmanism that also amount to mindless rap-rhapsodical assault on, or dictatorship of, reason. That's another theme altogether. The English came up with the most beautiful and enduring lingua franca for the world. Let's treat it reverentially as many of you do. I do. Thanks for your input.
In the meantime do not neglet your relatives; they are expecting you to be in attendance at your own funeral. Perhaps the only dead body I will never see in this world is my own.
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