Brian didn't click "here" because it wasn't underlined or differently colored. He thought you meant the video instead of the post and comments on Hitt.
Good people can do bad things along with very good things. Hitt was good man who evidently couldn't keep his zipper zipped--on the scale of bad things, I've seen--hell I've been--far worse.
It is fascinating how the subject of a post can lead to such a winding road in the comments, even when staying on topic. The internet is an interesting place, oh boy.
The discussion that ensued from the initial comments touches on the age old question of whether the mere fact that somebody died means that we have to deny who he/she really was. When my dad died my most memorable phone call came first thing in the morning from my cousin who lived in another country. When I picked up the phone, she simply said: "If you're thinking that you can somehow go there and save his honour, forget it. He was who he was and you are who you are".
Why do we feel the need to sanctify somebody when they die?
Blogging has totally eradicated the old adage "Don't speak ill of the dead." Perhaps we should just not speak of them at all? Nope, that doesn't work either. What to do. what to do.
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Brian didn't click "here" because it wasn't underlined or differently colored. He thought you meant the video instead of the post and comments on Hitt.
Good people can do bad things along with very good things. Hitt was good man who evidently couldn't keep his zipper zipped--on the scale of bad things, I've seen--hell I've been--far worse.
It is fascinating how the subject of a post can lead to such a winding road in the comments, even when staying on topic. The internet is an interesting place, oh boy.
The discussion that ensued from the initial comments touches on the age old question of whether the mere fact that somebody died means that we have to deny who he/she really was. When my dad died my most memorable phone call came first thing in the morning from my cousin who lived in another country. When I picked up the phone, she simply said: "If you're thinking that you can somehow go there and save his honour, forget it. He was who he was and you are who you are".
Why do we feel the need to sanctify somebody when they die?
Blogging has totally eradicated the old adage "Don't speak ill of the dead." Perhaps we should just not speak of them at all? Nope, that doesn't work either. What to do. what to do.
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