Recently, I read the blog of a person I happen to know lives in Corvallis. She said some distressing things, and I posted a comment inviting her to call me, or maybe it was come over and have a cup of tea.
The next day, she did call me, and I offered her my support, such as it might be good for. I felt pretty good about the whole thing.
A few days later, I received a letter from a person warning me to stay away from that crazy woman, she's bad, she's a liar, she's an exploiter, rant rant rant . . . .
This friendly message bore, of course, the hallmark of the true civic-minded humanitarian. That's right, it was unsigned.
The thing, I suppose, that puzzles me most is, why didn't Lionheart just e-mail me, or post a comment here? Why did s/he scrawl those nasty words on an actual dead tree and get saliva on a stamp, instead of just staying online with all the other faceless smear-artists?
Force of habit, maybe, in a veteran of many years' scratching with a poison pen.
//The Magic 8-Ball says: "Accept that you will never know the answer to this question."\\
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