Recently, I posted a comment (in rational and polite terms) on a local blog, expressing an opposing opinion to the blog author's, as I sometimes do.
My comment was one of four, out of seventy-plus comments, scribed with attribution (i.e. not by 'anonymous'). As a matter of full disclosure, I have on rare occasions posted anonymously - to avoid riducule from trolls, or sometimes to leave a silly comment, but not to insult or 'flame' other posters.
So I should not have been surprised to see, a few comments after mine, the following: And from the Donald who would know all about incompetent as he is one! Hey, Donald, what exactly have you done lately?
Mind you, about 65 comments followed mine, with the preceding being the only one that referenced me, so I could easily enough write it off as typical chatter from the one of the minions of trolls who frequent that blog. On the other hand, I could take it at face value (not knowing whether this is from someone I know or not).
Exploring the latter option, even if only for the sake of discussion, I would have to truthfully admit, that, yeah, I've made mistakes in my life. They weren't given to me by my parents, bad circumstances, mean people, or any other third parties - Whatever they are, I own them. And I have the responsibility to deal with what can be corrected, and not repeat prior mis-steps.
I suppose the takeaway could be that I shouldn't have used my name with the comment - but that would be the wrong lesson. The better lesson is that I have a renewed duty to not post anonymously, even on the stupid stuff - if I'm gonna write it, I'll put my name next to it, or not write it at all.
This week's study lesson was on honesty: with self, with God, with others. I hope the lesson wasn't lost on me.
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