I enjoyed this observation from Barney Frank, speaking to Politico in a stage-left-exit interview:
I know reporters [and we assume commentators] who are the most hypersensitive people in the world. It really does strike me that people who make a living by writing rude things about other people get so upset if you suggest any criticism of them.
I strive to avoid such craven behavior. If you've criticism, bring it on. I'm no masochist, but I can cheerfully withstand intelligent slams; to me, the least pardonable intellectual sin is to hold one's tongue for fear of offending any of the many, mindless Booster Clubs out there--among which, this site is not one.
As for Frank's quip about folks who thrive on "writing rude things about other people"--in my folksy case, "other people" generally being right-wing nincompoops, but I repeat myself--I'm reminded of Goethe's Faust, which opens with this brief exchange:
Can you not speak but to abuse?
Do you come only to accuse?
Does nothing on earth seem right to you?
No, Lord. I find it still a rather sorry sight.
Man moves me to compassion, so wretched is his plight.
I have no wish to cause him further woe.
I'm with Mr. M. on this one--although, Lord help me, I do so cherish all heaps of woe on the radical right.