Blow Your Own
The noise, the noise. Oh, the blowing of trumpets. In the front row of the Internet orchestra are those blowing their own, but these are easily outnumbered by those modelling their brass on John Knox’s The First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women (1558).
Every internet rant is a blast that wants to be first, and ranting is such a natural fit to the form that the temptation ought to be resisted. Over the past month I have resisted ranting about Ryanair, automated sales calls, and two more subjects that are so rantishly scrawled on a scrap of paper I have no idea what they were. Paddles, apparently, and errors in tenant paranoia. Whatever was hurting, the pain has passed. Maybe I wanted to rant about bad handwriting. I hate that.
I prefer blogs that follow the example of the Angels. Write down five good things that happened today. Add those to the base-notes of indignation, merge them with the sound of own-blown trumpets and out comes the true sound of the Internet, the Fanfare for the Common Man.
That’s the noise the Internet makes.
“…the foolishe, madde and phrenetike shal governe the discrete and give counsel to such as be sober of mind…”
This (fabulous link btw/ fabulous character – I had no idea), according to Knox, is what our put-upon, exhausted world will be subjected to when women govern men. Can only be an improvement on the current model.
The internet chorus has, I take it, always been with us, it’s just that now it sits and bleats from the lap-top on the kitchen table. (Or it does in my house.)
Go on – please give us Ryanair – the truth is we can’t get enough of that stuff. See how I followed the Knox link I just KNEW would make me burn…
I keep going back to the Bristol Evening Post’s website to see what latest foolishnesses there are about cycling. It’s like peeping under a rock in a pond. A pond near a chemical plant. “Moron shall speak unto moron…”