I was raised by a great Southern Lady who said “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” I’ve tried to live by that rule, although I sometimes forget, and become caustic and unkind.
It never fails to come back and bite me, and I regret it later. (After attacking Dr. Oz in a previous post, I’ve had a toothache for two days.)
Watching the news and people (especially politicians) yelling and belittling each other has disgusted me to the point I had to cut the news out of my life. I put my brand new television on the Light Classical music station or Rhythm and Blues, and I feel a lot more peace.
The thing that really chapped me was a caustic letter that some angry reader wrote to our local newspaper telling the editor how lousy the paper is, suggesting it should become a weekly. She didn’t offer any suggestion, just attacked the publication and everyone who works there. I guess that includes me since I still do stories from time to time. I kept wondering if she would have done that if her child worked for the paper.
I wonder how anyone can be so rude and insensitive to attack people when they are doing the best they can. Our reporters are underpaid and over-worked. I asked Leilani (our editor) and she said she had an obligation to print all letters to the editor –nice or nasty. This letter established a new high for “nasty.”
Complaining about the local newspaper is a national past-time. But it’s ours, and like your sister, you can complain all you want, but don’t let me hear it.