In fact, the sun was shining full out, after days and days and days of drizzly foggy icky depressing… Well, you get the idea. The coffee was perking away, the horses snoozed near the run-in shed, the cats (for a change) weren’t squabbling over whatever they left on the doormat (it looked squishy and best avoided, so I did) and I looked forward to plotting my strategy for hitting all the high points for tomorrow’s foray into the Big Apple and ComicCon.
My routine includes coffee first, then emails. Now, since I’ve shut off all Face Book notifications, my life is not only neater, it’s less stressful.
Nope, definitely not today.
Since I have a review site and a couple of blogs, all allowing comments, I (somewhat foolishly) opted for the blog settings to go to ‘automatic’. That means the comments appear without me monitoring them. Now, these are innocuous bits of me sharing my thoughts about living in the country (like here) or (on the other one) doing my bit to promote new authors by featuring them, their new titles, perhaps an interview … that sort of thing.
I expect people to behave, to be polite, to leave their issues on their own doorstep. No agendas, no spamming.
Well, color me gobsmacked when I opened the email notification that one of the blogs had a comment and read the text.
No, I am not posting it here.
BUT, rest assured, it was nasty, vitriolic, hate-crime caliber and it was directed at someone with whom I’ve had a very pleasant, professional relationship.
No, I am not happy about having to screen such hateful tripe, but I will do what I can to protect people who are guests in my virtual house. I will also forward that email record to the hosting service and ask that this person be banned from commenting on my websites.
This incident raises serious doubts in my mind about the value of this social networking, about the degradation of our civic culture and the rise of dogmatic, unbridled hatred directed scattershot at any and all targets.
Hate has always been around, I fear it always will be. But today, at this time in our history, in our society, I am seeing it unleashed in unparalleled fashion.
That’s not a good way to start the day. As we say around here: not hardly.
However, I do not have to end the day that way.
Call me Pollyanna, call me a hopeless optimist, tell me I’m wearing rose-colored glasses…
The sun’s out. PervBird is doing his thing, the horses are happy and the crowd at the bird feeders is keeping me entertained.
My son did up a new mix for the iPod I inherited from him. It’s called the ‘Quirky Mix’ and has my toes tapping.
Maybe when you get you get rocks, it’s time to start building something good, something permanent, something that will last.