It’s been an interesting week in Confederate heritage fantasy land (hereafter CHFL), with the return of several of our favorite characters. It’s as if these folks ought to get together in a really bad reality TV show that could be picked up by the History Channel.
We’ve had the usual declarations by the usual suspects in CHFL that folks are “skeered” of them; multiple posts seeking to analyze what motivates those evil anti-Confederate heritage bloggers (according to one particularly shrill ranter, it all comes down to “a post-civil rights obsession with “racism” and an overwhelming desire to portray white Southerners, past and present [with a few exceptions] as humanity’s greatest manifestation of evil — violent, inbred, moronic, scum-sucking racists”); and that old (if tired) standby, the “demonizing” of white southerners. We have the usual commentary on “motives, agenda and character” by someone whose own motives are open to question (but who really cares?), whose agenda appears to be distracting a small readership from her own history of obsessive ranting at many, many people on many, many issues, and whose supposed concentration on character is ironic (although I admit that many of these folks are characters). We’ve had protests that comments are screened as well as the occasional fabricated comment designed to be rejected and in more than a few cases one that has never been actually submitted. How bizarre.
You’ll have to find out for yourself where such comments appear. We know these people are capable of outrage … just not when it comes to their fellow travelers making comments about violence against children. Then they are remarkably confused … and very silent.
I understand that what they claim I believe and what they think motivates me is essential to nourishing their outbursts and sense of victimhood. At some point, however, it’s cruel to enable their self-delusions. I find what I’ve read recently to be sad, even pitiful. Apparently they must believe what they need to believe, because it seems so important to their sense of self. Perhaps it makes them feel better about themselves. Perhaps it is an effort to compensate for something that’s missing in their lives. Whatever it is and what function it serves is best left unexamined. All I know is that they believe I’m “skeered.” That seems essential to their sense of self.
I’m not “skeered.” I’m bored. Just bored.
At first I found these people amusing as individuals and useful as examples of the mishandling of history by some so-called Confederate heritage advocates (I will now be accused of tainting everyone interested in Confederate heritage, and not just these select individuals, but then we’ve already seen that these particular critics have problems with basic reading comprehension). At some point, however, the jokes, the rants, and the whining become old and stale. These folks have nothing new or interesting to say: they’ve been reduced to complaining when I quote them, as if to repeat their words is unfair in itself. At that point I see their remarks as desperate cries for attention, especially when I’ve ignored them for some time. However, I don’t see anything new or valuable (or even worthwhile) in what they have been saying, and I’ve decided not to feed the monster when the only possible reason for approving certain comments is to fan a flame war that has no redeeming merit whatsoever … aside from the entertainment value some find in such pathetic attempts at retorts. Such comments have no value as either examples of lines of thought worth exploring or as providing unintended humor. Thus it is time (some would say long past time) to reassess the value of engagement with such folks.
No doubt these folks will find this frustrating, even upsetting: in one case it looks as if someone’s been itching for a fight for months. Too bad. It’s time for these folks to stew in their own juices. Oh, here and there something they may submit may prove rather useful and revealing (although rarely as they may intend), but I’m not interested in turning over the comments section to them. They can comment on their own blogs. For me, the whole business reminds me of a situation comedy that has gone on a little too long, become all too predictable, and has lost its entertainment value. It’s boring.