The last time I count the number of words in an Uberpost*
Kevin has penned his last Uberpost:
So I’m pretty much done being outraged by it all.
I feel ya, man. I find myself giving a whole lot less of a fuck lately too.
* 4,255. It’s a little tradition I’ve had.
ETA: WordPress does not like umlauts.
May 16th, 2016 at 9:59 pm
His was one of the first blogs I read about ten years ago, along with Xavier, Tamara, Breda and a few others, when he suggested a way to find an old childhood book.
Those others variously melted down, burned out, and reset, all for reasons other than what is thought, but Kevin hung in for a long time although most of his product was TTTLLL for me and I mostly DR. Which is odd for someone whose comments became more like posts which spawned a short-lived blog of my own, and where TK was actually the first commenter.
Things change, which brings us back to The Smallest Minority, the aptly named site where I’m sure Kevin finally tired of screaming into the abyss. But I thought he had done that quite some time back; since I don’t go there I didn’t know he had come back, only to go back, once again. After a while of course, everything has been said many times, and it does seem tiring and pointless.
I’ve come to think that brevity in posting is the key, as what is implied or inspired becomes the gist for commentary which encourages more depth and breadth of views and better able to hold the attention of readers. Which is probably why the awesome visual commentary of Chris Muir’s Day by Day, and the excellent link machine that is Say Uncle, have become about my only daily stops (well sometimes VFTP because in spite of things, the unique entity that is Tam). So, as has been said so many times because it is so often true, less is more.
Except for wordy comments of course. 🙂
Anyway, if you read this Kevin, thanks for the effort that you put into what you did for so long, and thanks especially for caring enough to do it. And thank you personally, for recommending a place a decade ago where I could find a copy of my favorite book of all time from more than 50 years ago “A Boy and His Gun” by Janes.
May 16th, 2016 at 11:02 pm
Looks like I was 745 words short.
Like I give a fuck.
I’ll still post. I said in one comment maybe I’ll make TSM a real gun blog, posting shooty stuff only. Once or twice a month.
May 17th, 2016 at 1:55 pm
One of the problems of producing, in volume, almost anything is that the thing you produce can become just a product to you, just stuff, a thing that you handle day in and day out, without the magic or majesty that you would see in it, should you come upon it by surprise for the first time.
This problem parallels the one faced by newspapers, who need to have their front page screaming something interesting day in, day out, or Democrats, who need to have their base outraged by something made up, day in, day out.
In a factory, one gets the workers to pay proper attention to the product by many means, from training again and again,through award programs, monitoring, and all the way up to firing those who don’t meet the standard of product caring, to encourage the others, as it were.
I find that when I don’t read any news for a few weeks to a month, when I return to what is going on in the world there is a delightful frisson of outrageousness to the stories; when I ignore Dems for a while, their lies become even more apparent; when I work in a factory I am always very consciously telling everyone I supervise that their work is worthwhile and they are doing it noticeably well.
I will enjoy a post or two per month from KB, and likely will experience from them the joy, of the less common procuct, that they are becoming.
May 18th, 2016 at 12:06 am
I’m at the point where I just want things to creak along until I’m either dead or too senile to care.
Any truly positive outcome will be something a future (and as yet unborn) generation will need to fight for, because we are FUBAR as it stands.
Too pessimistic, and selfish a view perhaps but there it is.
May 18th, 2016 at 1:58 am
Thirteen years is more than anyone has a right to expect. I’m pushing 10 years at it, and I’m wondering whether I’ll make it. There’s not much room these days for people who don’t do this for a living.