Okay, okay. So people don’t like what I say or the way I say it. Specifically, with regard to David Bazan. (How many times do I have to say that I like his music, have nearly everything he’s put out, and have not stopped listening to him since he said the word ‘fuck’?) I rarely have comments on anything; but dare to say something negative about someone’s idol, and watch the comments roll in.
I write things as strongly as I feel I can. That’s a problem sometimes. But it means that when people read what I write, they think they’ve got me figured out. For what it’s worth, I’m not a Fundamentalist; I’m not a legalist; I’m not a Pharisee (most of the time); and I’m not part of the Christian, commercialistic ghetto (really, Stephy, I think this blog is funny. Do those shirts that change secular slogans to Christian clichés bother anyone else?).
I can be brought to my knees by the slicing accusation of the Law, and perhaps that was necessary with some of the things I said about Bazan, or at least the way they were perceived. I was really only trying to say two things: no one can be objective (ever) and parents have a God-given responsibility to their children. That’s it. If I obscured my points with polemic, I apologize. If I misread Bazan, I apologize. It was a printed interview, and as blogs and e-mails prove, these mediums cannot be used without misunderstanding and misinterpretation.
I started blogging because things pissed me off. And my wife didn’t want to hear it. So here it is, for anyone to read. But I try to justify my polemic with reason and argument (that word has a positive connotation for me). That’s where the discussion should be, not on who can think of the most creative (or uncreative) names to call someone.
So, for what it’s worth, maybe don’t assume you know someone from a few words on a computer screen; and I’ll try to do the same.