Do you know what the beauty of my blog is?
No, not the lousy photos.
Nor the hastily written posts about food, visits or shopping.
My blog is beautiful because I let you say what you want in my comments section and unless you're peddling sex or drugs or are babbling about something totally irrelevant, I do not censor. If I disagree with you, and vice versa - we debate.
Is it not funny that you offer the right of reply to others, but they hide under their moderating weapon/tool and refuse to let you exercise this right?
And these people outwardly brandish the freedom of speech banner - but do not really have the courage to live with it. Or they go for the freedom of speech bit - as long as nobody can judge for himself the replies and counter-arguments that could have been.
Then they wonder why the others latch on to the hypocrisy of their country(men) and touted lofty beliefs and ideals. Why we wonder why they always seem to make a fuss over everything and yet nothing? Why they ignore the obvious and keep whinging about the irrelevant. Why they put words into your mouth and expect you to accept the illusion that they have created for themselves and for everyone else? I understand that one has the literary license to use hyperboles (aka exaggeration) to make one's stories sound funny and interesting, to make mundane things seem larger than life - but when you start putting words into someone's mouth...
Why whether they are left or right, liberal or conservative, educated or not, managed at the last minute to cram in 50 visits in a year or have never left their hometown - at the end of the day, it doesn't take much to reveal how gauche they are?
Why when you treat them with sincerity, they drug themselves with their own insecurities and try to pass them off as bravado. Throw your goodwill in your face? And then be proud that they couldn't look at others in the eye?
Ah, I hate injustice and especially la mauvaise foi...