I notice that I have 14 comments on my blog about the tea party thing — OK, a couple of those are my responses to people, but it keeps the debate going and isn’t debate what it’s all about?
Interestingly also, Doug Gibson’s blog on the same thing has 15 comments. Admittedly a lot of those are on anti-Obama rants, and anti-liberal rants, but still, 15. Not bad.
Then I looked at George Will at the Washington Post. His column today, which can be found here, has 867 comments as I write this.
Here are Doug and I discussing the very fate of the nation, and between us we barely got 30 people to react enough to type a response/rant/comment/something/anything/.
What issue of deathless importance did George take on today? Was it the question to the answer to life, the universe and everything? Was it a sure-fire recipe for an anti-aging potion? A cure for cancer?
No. It was a rant on jeans. You know — Levis, Wranglers, 501s, whatever.
Apparently George Will does not like Jeans. Does not approve of them. Says we should all dress — no kidding — like Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers.
Fred and Ginger, I would note, wore a tux (him) and a long white gown (her.)
Admittedly, most of the responses are to the effect that the writer thinks George is off his meds but, still.
867 responses. And I put up two, wondering if it were an April fool joke, or something. I’m still not sure.
Jeans. Is this what the world is coming to? Is this what it takes to get you people engaged? Is this the secret — short of porn — to getting people to look at the internet in numbers large enough to sustain ad revenue?
Problem is, I like jeans. Wear them all the time.
I must come up with another cultural scourge I can rail against that will draw a similar crowd.
Holy T-shirts? Nah, too obvious and might spark a culture fad. Plus, been done, in the movie “Flashdance” as I recall.
Mothers kissing babies? Well, that would tick off people in Utah, but one of those would be my wife. Rule number one for columnists: Never, ever, tick off thy wife.
Pants worn down around one’s knees? Already been done.
Belts! I could say belts are a sign of the End Times.
But then my own pants might fall down. Sadly, the old hip bones don’t do the job as well as they used to.
Stick to responsible journalism? Get real.
Free links to Susan Boyle singing in Britain’s Got Talent? Worth a shot.
My wife just walked by and said “You’re complaining because you got 14 comments? I remember when you complained because you only got one. If you got 14, you need to shut up.”
Hmm. Perhaps. And she IS a doctor now. Always do what the doctor says.
But if any of you has any ideas of what I could condemn, let me know.
Heck, you could do that in the comment space right below this blog entry. Be sure to type the little squiggly letters correctly.