I love carefully explaining things to people (without condescension) using my gift of clarity, but every once in a while I have a "F**k me, why did I ever come to Planet Of The Morons?" moment.
Today's example: I wrote an article using an analogy of forced broccoli purchase as a parody for TV Licensing in the UK. At the end I used a literary flourish to say I might tolerate a punitive tax on Brussels sprouts. One person writes to me, taking this literally, to say I sunk my argument in the closing paragraph by opening the door again to unlimited taxation. Didn't get that this was a tongue in cheek quip for amusement only.
I just want to give up, score some dope, and mong out for a week. Humans are hopeless. Abandon the rescue attempt of this species — let's go do dogs, horses, and dolphins. They are smarter.
Martin, we love you! Know what it is like trying to wake people up. Have to use discernment in dealing w people in general. Most are horribly brainwashed and/or hooked on psychiatric drugs, rendering them very easily manipulated by fake news and such. The ones who are extremely dumbed down have turned into zombies and have zero sense of humor. Meanwhile, broccoli and brussels sprouts are the perfect choices; they are love-it or hate-it vegetables!
