Dear all: sometimes posts disappear from FarrFeed. That’s almost always because of something spontaneously posted that’s later judged unfit for publication. Bad writing, in other words. It’s never because of any comments posted, however! (I can delete or even edit any of those I choose, of course.) A couple of times over the past year, I’ve deleted entire posts because the content and accompanying comments generated an emotional field I thought was less than healthy, but that kind of thing is very rare.
I feel the responsibility to be clear (as well as entertaining) very strongly. Sometimes, though, it’s not enough to accurately delineate one’s thoughts. Just bear that in mind.
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William Faulkner claimed to be the sole proprietor of his fictional county in Mississippi, and in the same spirit I would dub you, dear John, as the proprietor of jhfarr.com. Therefore, it follows as the night must follow from the day that you are entitled to control what appears here. I respect that. However, I wonder whether we can’t talk about things raised in your commentary without thereby seizing each other by the throats. One of the worst features of the last decade is the failure of civilized talk. Most of us are only talkers, not experts, not pundits, not moral exemplars – just ordinary folks toting our own ordinary experience. My observations about the commenters on your blog is that we’re just talking to you, differing with each other from time to time, yes (differences are more interesting than similarities, anyhow) but not antagonistic in any destructive mode. Talk is the blood of civilization. Much of the trouble with the world is that there isn’t enough of it, or what used to be talk has become shouts and snarls. As I said, I respect your right to determine the contents on your own private fee simple – this blog – but until silenced I will keep joining the conversation. Just like the old days – remember? It was you who first brought in a copy of Plato, and we read with incredulity the early dialogue called the “Meno”, in which Socrates demonstrated that the slave Meno held in his understanding all the truths of mathematics, waiting only for their rediscovery at the hands of an expert questioner, none other than the gadfly of Athens, Socrates himself. Of course the state put Socrates to death. And he never even got to write down a word of his wisdom, having arrived on the scene a bit before the age of the blogs.