I was trolling around facebook and I found a new iteration of an old, bad idea. The good news, I suppose, is that the wind has gone out of those angry, possibly envious, sails. The original site is now gone. But a shadow of sorts remains. With a shorter signatory list. And a founder, awol.
I’d be embarrassed too, if a tired and ornery joke I once told stuck to the seat of my pants despite repeated washings. If it were bad enough, my wife might suggest I get out my own damn’d spot.
What is the best approach in situations like this? Shine a bright spotlight? I shared this bad moratorium idea with a church music colleague (diocesan director of music, AGO, lover of chant and early music). She was relieved to find nobody she knew on the list. That would be embarrassing, she told me. Even to know someone who endorsed the idea.
Stage lighting with humor at the target’s expense: that’s what I find here. I don’t think I could muster the stomach for such an endeavor. I confess I visit about every two to three weeks and take a chuckle with me. It’s not on my daily must-visit list. Neither was that spoof of “Carlo’s” of a blogger prominent a decade ago for rampages in Massachusetts.
When is ignoring the silliness the best course? Probably a lot more often than I think. I think humor works best when it is shared, not directed at others away from myself. I think I appreciate Father D a little more than is good for my soul.