Striped quake

Hell is, (I assume although I can't be sure until I get there), crammed to the cooking-grill with commentators, bloggers and other social media squibs disguised in the self-righteous anonymity of giants'-cloth. Most of these stokers have the intellect of a parliamentarian & a penchant for boilerplate. It's unoriginal & usually why the rest of us avoid the gates & cling to life.. I've taken some liberty with 'us' for one reason & this is important - I'm not talking to or about you or even to or about me. That would be silly. This is a tale of them - & who they are is not necessarily limited to the 30 bits of silver; comically topical on the forums currently.  

When ease of access is a control panel applet hardwired into the psychology of the average punter, life becomes a short-cut to mendacity & string. Stokers stroll, hand-in-hand, in the bonsai-garden of clip, tick & scratch; narcissistic, rootless, green shoots nourished on the provincial manure of mediocrity. There is, apparently, a two-for-one sale in claptrap & the stokers are heavy on the bid.

Behaviour and group-pandering is unashamedly brazen; a Judas-goat confirmation of delusional self-congratulation: a dogma - their lithified rock of truth & anthem. Platform disputes are an avatar-duel of derision. It gets worse; more competitive - fuel for the chosen ..

Competitive stokers are the malware-ideologists of most sciences; ornithology included. It's a dragging-of-the-feet from a time when heroes were defined on the crowing-heap of excess. Gift-wrapping this Victorian gewgaw for the cultists of same-same, insults modern thought & is a fungus on the impressionable.

We should be moving forward.

Dragging a rope, on private ground, is an ethical quake of organised injustice & don't kid yourself, people this side of the line are upset. I'm out. They will say there's no better advocate for change than a reformed papist & they might be spots-on; derision & all.