For a few hours today, it felt like I was on the debate stage in Nevada.
As is usual for me, I had spilled out my ire against Trump on Facebook and the usual cast of those who agree showed up in the comment section.
But so did some who disagreed.
And I’m OK with a difference of opinion as long as those who disagree deal in facts and are not disagreeable.
But they weren’t civil and they weren’t factual. One disagreeable fellow in particular was calling me out for a review I wrote in the La Crosse Tribune three decades ago.
Now I know how Michael Bloomberg feels about having to defend himself for Stop and Frisk.
I admitted the disagreeable one had a point about that review and I apologized — something the Impeached Trump has never done. But, as is often the case with those who disagree, they would not stop. They just kept pounding. So for the first time since I joined Facebook about a decade ago, I blocked two people. That was hard for me to do because I’m a big believer in the First Amendment.
But I decided I didn’t have to put up with this on my feed. I took 36 years of slings and arrows as a reporter and reviewer and for that time I swallowed all my well-written but cruel retorts to those vile letter writers and let the readers cover me in unanswered acrimony.
I didn’t even threaten to rip anyone’s head off. That was my favorite threat to my sister Therese when we were kids. It wasn’t effective in my teen-age years because Therese was stronger and probably knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t rip her head off. And in my adult years, I realized it was inappropriately violent to make that threat.
Instead, I unfriended. So I have two less friends — make that one. The other guy wasn’t even on my friends list. Let them spew venom on their own feeds if they so desire. If they do, I won’t know about it and can’t threaten to rip their heads off.
A win for both sides.