can admit his mistakes. I shall have to take my hat off to him, reluctantly: there is still something about the notion of formal blogging rules that rubs me the wrong way. Who knows?—maybe it has to do with bad potty training in my early years. I shall have to take that up with my mom. ("Mom, I feel damaged. Cash, check, money order, or PayPal?—or would you like to trade steak dinners and pharmaceuticals for peace in the family? I can cope with that, you know.")

But he does have a point, inasmuch as we fall into several separate camps regarding how we handle our commenters and how we frame our arguments. It might indeed be handy to know what someone's policies are just by perusing his/her sidebar.

One sticky little issue, though: what about those of us who haven't managed to meet our own standards?

Perhaps I should ban myself from my own blog for name-calling. Wouldn't I look noble if I did that?

I've decided that falling down once in four years is entirely permissible.

After all, if there were no hypocrites, that would indicate that no one had the guts to stand up for morality at all.

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