So Much For The Comment Thread.

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Excepting maybe five posters, I’m done spending time on composing a comment. It’s threadbare out there and few have a clue on how to rejoinder, advance a point, or parse a missive moving the original post in a new, if still on target direction.

Or, God forbid, let the post evolve in a interesting new way.

I mentioned a while back that I comment on the thread as well as reply to the author, but the general consensus of comment etiquette seems to see a response as a singular thing. And doesn’t that belie the very nature of a public post where threaded and communal comments are enabled.

Now I know there are time considerations and being retired I can afford to better cull and craft particulars on point, and I’m also aware one shouldn’t hijack another’s thread, but come on guys, have some damn fun and sling it every once in a while.

And when comment likes are available, and I read something of interest that advances the whole of post, I don’t hesitate to click the LIKE to give a clue of appreciation. But in the main, it’s crickets regarding comment thread interaction.

And I understand, given the testiness of general discourse concerning the larger issues of the day, that one might be shy to engage by a proffer that suggest even the slightest disagreement of, let’s face it, the often mundane of the day to day.

But you are doing a disservice to both the author of a post, and yourself, when you offer, but couch your opinion, in go along to get along.

Interestingly, the Information Age has afforded us instant exchange at the cost of increasing our anxieties in doing so .

Big Tech is making us more tribal, and “Bowling Alone” now feels down right social in the era of bit and byte. We no longer just cluster geographically. We divide up in the digital now. Making it all binary; like it or not. Grey, no way. And Conformity leads the way. But I’ve had my say.

And there you have part of the reason that my self hosted site is read only. No share, no likes, no comments.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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