An Observation on the Disposition of Spiritual Enemies

Three times so far in my career I have been the subject of what Orwell describes as the Two-Minute Hate. By this I mean, an attempt, usually by a small and pathetic number of people pretending to be a grand and great number of people, indulging in the Internet equivalent of a shrieking contest apparently directed at me, or some imaginary version of me they have conjured in their fevered brains for that purpose. It is booing.

Always this is accompanied by swearing, giggling, hissing, cavorting, evil dances, gibberish, monkey-antics, blather, blither, halfwitticisms, and all fashion of juvenile eccentricism that is self-humiliation if not self-parody. Sometimes this is accompanied by threats of boycott from people who are not customers, but who do not seem cognizant that one must be a customer to be a boycotter. (And I am not sure the wares I sell would be comprehensible to minds unable to grasp the idea that one must be a customer before one can cease being a customer.)

While they are certainly free to boo, it is the timing of the spasms of gibberish that betrays the true nature of those who indulge in this odd pasttime.

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