I tend to follow quite a few blogs, just on the basis that once my appetite is whetted, I’ll think “I’ll just follow then for a short while and see how I like them”.
As it happened, today I was reading a died-in-the wool advocate of a particular political persuasion. They wrote political posts, which I don’t mind because I myself am interested in current affairs. But anybody who is dyed-in-the-wool anything, I’m wary of, because it usually means they’re not prepared to see faults in their own side. I find that if you’re going to look at things objectively, you generally have to be pretty-much independent.
The last straw came this morning when they targetted a politician from the other side, and the first thing they did was to criticise their spelling. And, I just sat there, thinking “would they criticise me for that, too?” With only one usable hand, they wouldn’t believe the gymnastics I need to perform when I write a post. They would not believe the dumb-ass mistakes I make when I first put something down onto paper. They wouldn’t believe the amount of proof-reading that goes on, because the stroke left me with dodgy eyes, too, and typos are embarrassing. Yet there are are still typos in there. They wouldn’t believe that I usually publish my posts privately first, so I can listen to them one last time before I make them public, to make sure they “sound” right. And that nobody else sees each post until about the 12th version.
Ah, well, one less blog to follow…