I'm
not a fan of Twitter. Never have been.
Pandering
to America's collective ADHD mentality seems just a step or two removed from Wall Street traders dabbling in prescription drugs. As destructive to our
brittle literacy as mobile texting devices are to vehicular safety.
A
one-hundred and forty character limit? Really?
Why
not demand that oil paintings be done on 5” x 5” canvases? Or
that symphonies be no more than two minutes long? How about limiting writers to just one-third of their native tongue's vocabulary?
Ceilings
on expression never appealed to me. Especially when they concern
the written word. It's censorship made seductive because
it carries the new car smell of freshly-hatched technology.
So
it was with some surprise that I found myself fist-pumping the air after reading
a tweet shared by Eric Zorn, he of the Chicago Tribune and the highly worthwhile Change of Subject column. Zorn uncovered a
gentleman by the name of Andrew Bradley, who tweets as Betty Bowers.
With
a concision and articulation that rivals great poetry, Bradley
crystallized the Republican dichotomy found in their confusing and
contradictory stands on religion, abortion and gay marriage with the
following:
“Religious
freedom means no American can be forced to deliver a wedding
cake—just a rapist's baby.”
Okay.
So maybe I was wrong. Some folks can say a lot with a few words.
But not me. I need a picture. Or a thousand words.
But not me. I need a picture. Or a thousand words.
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