Feeling superfluous

There are so many articulate, well read people out there in the aetheosphere that it seems that there is nothing that I could write that will not have been said more succinctly by one of the regulars I read. Partly, this is due to the lack of practice I have actually writing things down in a reasonably coherent manner. I can talk my ass off, and do. I have had long discussions of poetry, politics and biology with a good friend of mine. I am interested in all of these topics, but I understand the limits of my knowledge. I have a dread of stepping out past the point where I know what the hell I’m talking about. I can and will offer my opinions on other peoples posts, but that is a much different thing than constructing a post of my own that makes sense. I do not want to gain a reputation like Denise O’Leary and her ilk, all incoherence and bluster. So, I will be sticking to what I know something about: religion and the toxic idiocy that it catalyzes in unwary people. There are no shortage of these unfortunates around me.

Let’s see how this goes, I tell the crickets chirping in the audience.

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